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AUTUMN 1911 



Published by the Students of p 


The Preparatory School of 



VOL. IV AUTUMN, 1910 No. 1 


Louise Kimball, '11, Virginia Wright, '11, 

Josephine Feuchtinger, '12, 'Helen McClelland, '13, 

Helen McLelland, '13 

Business Manager Annie Davison, '12 

Faculty Member Emma M. Campbell 

Jane Roenigk, '11, Katharine Miisom, '12, 

Dorothy Steinmacher, '13, Marguerite Wertenback, '13, 

Caroline Rice, '14, Edith Semmelroek, '14. 

The Dilworthian is published four times a year by the students of 
Dilworth Hall. Each of the four classes is financially responsible for 
one issue of the Dilworthian. 

Contributions are solicited from all departments and from all 
former students. 

Literary communications should be given to the Editor-in-Chief. 

Business communications should be addressed to the Business 

The Dilworthian is 25 cents a copy. 



Editorial Louise Lj^tle Kimball, '11 3 

A True Incident Annie Smith, '11 5 

An Indian Legend Catherine Clark, '13 6 

The Island of Mackinac Agnes Dorman, '13 7 

Auf Wiedersehen Helen Schoenick, '13 9 

Sketches — 

Ode to the Den Marion Cummins, '11 11 

Quebec Esther Fromme, '13 12 

The Man Who Listened Olive Daub, '13 15 

In the Woods Dorothy Steinmacher, '13 13 

School News 17 

What's Doing Among the Girls 22 

Quipps and Cranks 28 

Exchanges 30 



HAT to make of the school paper is a prob- 
lem that yearly drives well-meaning edi- 
tors to desperation. In the first place it 
may be regarded -merely as a mirror in 
which to reflect the many phases of what 
is called "school life." Outside readers 
expect this sort of literature and even stu- 
dents turn with most zest to the pages 
tjhat are tinged with local color. One of the truest criticisms 
ever passed on school life is that it tends to be self-centered. 

Another danger is in allowing the magazine to degenerate 
into a sort of literary cold-storage for the various findings of 
■scholarly research in the different departments. Such a paper 
would of course be regarded with awe and respect but it 
would be safe to prophecy that many pages would remain 

Between these two lies the most natural solution ; to fol- 
low the example of the most popular current magazines, to 
•offer a varied combination warranted to gratify all tastes. 
Therefore in the paper every form of expression would be ac- 
cepted, so that the contributor has a wide scope for the dis- 
play of her budding genius. There is, however, one serious 
drawback. To obtain recognition outside its tiny sphere, the 


magazine must give out the atmosphere commonly called 
"spirit" that marks each school paper individually. 

Shall we not make ours indicative not only of self but also 
of the interests and events in the outside world? We each 
owe a certain amount of responsibility to the paper which 
must of necessity represent us to all readers. This sense of 
responsibility tends to develop something deeper and larger in 
ourselves. One comes to realize that many small talents 
have been entrusted to her — trusts which she cannot avoid 
but must accept. 

Let us not hide these talents away in the earth, but let 
us dig them up and share them. And the place to share them 
ife in your own magazine. There is a vast opportunity for each 
and all. Make use of it while it is yours ! 

L. L. K., 'n 




HIS story I heard from a friend whom I met in 
a little mining town in the middle west, where 
I was, of necessity, spending a couple of 
weeks. The old fellow was one of the noted 
characters of the place, quite a landmark, in 
fact, and an odder, more interesting person 
I have never known. My days were long 
ones, so it was with real pleasure that I lis- 
tened for hours to his thrilling stories, for he had had a varied 
life full of dangers and excitement which he never was tired of 
telling. One hot, dry morning, I took my accustomed seat 
on the little hotel porch in the hope of catching a breeze and 
perhaps seeing something of interest. Soon, strolling along 
the street, I saw "Old Tom," as I called him, and, although 
I knew that he was really on his way to see me, I hailed him. 
He came across leisurely and seating himself beside me began 
to entertain me with bits of the village gossip. As he talked, 
a couple of cowboys rode past and called loudly, "Hello, there, 
Dynamite! How are you?" Old Tom seemed much pleased, 
and was visibly flattered. At last I asked why they had called 
him by that odd name, and I heard this story. 

Old Tom, w'hen young, was foreman of a copper mine in 
the vicinity of the town. The mine was new, and often it was 
necessary to use large quantities of dynamite to open new 
entries as the work progressed. This was dangerous work 
and consequently, fearing to trust it to more inexperienced 
hands, the foreman attended to it himself. Tom had never 
'known fear; had never had an accident; and seemingly 
thought lightly of death ; so it was with a confident air that 
he stepped into the bucket on this particular day and was low- 
ered into the shaft. As this was an unusually hard piece of 
work he had taken with him five sticks of dynamite which he 
carefully placed in holes prepared for their reception. It took 
but a moment to light the charges and give the signal for the 


bucket to rise. The bucket rose slowly about fifteen feet, then 
stopped and slid as slowly down again into the midst of the 
.sputtering fuses. Something had happened to the machinery. 
The emergency meant quick work or death, and Tom, who 
had often jeered at fear of death, now as he faced it, it seemed 
the inevitable, felt a chill of horror creep into his heart. How- 
ever, quick as a flash he drew his knife and began to cut off 
the burning fuses. It was risky work and had to be done 
rapidly. One, two, three, four were cut, but the fifth was too 
•far gone, and he could hear already in his excited imagination 
the roar of the explosion. The bucket stood near. It was a 
great fifteen hundred-pound mass of iron. Inside this he 
thought he might be saved. It was his only hope, so with 
almost superhuman strength he turned it on its side and 
crawled in quickly. Tom said that for months afterward he 
would dream he heard that deafening crash and saw the flying- 
rocks. After the terrific explosion, although weak from ex- 
citement, he managed to climb the sides of the shaft to the 
opening and was met by a crowd of miners who had never 
expected to see him alive again. 

This was the incident in hiss life which had won for him 
the nickname, "Dynamite Tom." 

Annie Smith, 'u. 


The Indians who lived around Seneca Lake, New York, 
lused to be fond of telling the people the story of the chief of 
the Senecas. 

He was very fond of money and other bright things, so 
that when a prize was offered to the man who should find out 
and tell the chief of the Delawares about the weak points of 
the Senecas, he thought it was a fine chance for him. One 
night when a little breeze was stirring the lake and trees, and 
the moon was shining through the trees making writhing, dark 
shadows on the ground, he crept softly out of his wigwam and 
made his way to the enemy's camp. Wakening the chief he 
told him all about the location of his tribe and the best way in 
which they could be attacked, and claimed the prize. The 


chief gladly gave it to him and planned for him to come the 
next day and tell him more, for it was growing late and dark 
and dead warriors' spirits might be lurking nearby. 

Some one was there. It was an Indian girl, the daughter 
of the chief who had just betrayed his tribe. For awhile she 
lingered, wondering whether to go and tell the tribe, or to 
stay to protect her father. She knew that if she told the 
tribe about the plan her father would be fearfully punished, 
perhaps killed by them. If she did not she hardly dared to 
think of the consequences. 

At last she thought of a plan. She ran swiftly through 
the tangled underbrush to the house of a hermit who lived on 
the shore of the lake. She told him of what she had done and 
he went to her father and asked him to tell his tribe what he 
had done. He did this and they doomed him to be turned 
into a log and bob forever on the lake, never able to touch the 
shore. This was done and to this day the log is seen floating 
along all by itself. 

As to the other chief, he was found dead the next morn- 
ing and his tribe never knew of the plan. 

'Catherine Clarke, '13. 


Mackinac Island is situated in the Straits of Mackinac 
with Lake Huron to the east, Lake Michigan to the west and 
Lake Superior a short distance to the north. It occupies one 
of the most stragetic points in the new world and is one of 
Nature's "'beauty spots," picturesque and inviting. At the 
southern end of the island there is a good harbor which forms 
a shelter for the numerous boats that visit here. On the har- 
bor's edge a little village nestles against the hills. Above 
the village Fort Mackinac, with its white walls, glistens in the 
sun. It occupies a commanding position overlooking Lake 
Huron and has a sloping path to the village street. It consists 
of a block house, commissary, officers' quarters and magazine, 
all of which are now painted white. Viewed from the lake 
the fort presents a striking and picturesque appearance. 

A natural park, in which deer and other animals still 


wander about, is situated about the ^central part of the island 
and occupies about eight hundred acres of land. A large part 
of the island is also taken up by three burying grounds, an old 
Indian burying ground, a Catholic cemetery and the old mili- 
tary cemetery. On the highest bluff of the island stands Fort 
Holmes, a little old fort erected by the British when they held 
the island. A point of interest is the Old Mission Church, 
which was built in 1830, and in which Calvinism was taught 
to the Indians many years ago. On one side of the island 
(there are a number of beautiful summer residences, situated 
high on the pine-covered hills overlooking the lake. 

During the Civil War Mackinac Island was for a while 
a place of confinement for some of the Confederate prisoners 
who were captured by the North. At the close of the war 
Fort Mackinac resumed its old-time services as a garrison 
post, fifty or sixty men and their officers composing the force. 
Thus the old fort with its stirring bugle notes, daily guard 
mount, its pacing sentinel, its drill, and its inspection days 
remained until 1895. In that year the United States abandoned 
the fort and gave over the island to the State of Michigan. 

The fields, cliffs, caves, gorges, wooded glens, and shores 
of Mackinas are haunted with a thousand legends. 
Lover's Leap and Robertson's Folly are high perpendicu- 
lar bluffs which rise from the shore of the lake. The follow- 
ing legend is connected with the latter. 

Captain Robertson was a gay young English officer and a 
great admirer of the ladies. One pleasant summer evening 
he was strolling in the woods at the back of the fort, when 
suddenly he beheld a beautiful girl of about nineteen walking 
;in front of him. She was simply dressed and wore her hair in 
flowing tresses. The Captain was much excited with her 
beauty and when for a moment she turned on him her lustrous 
black eyes, he thought (he had never seen such a beautiful 
•creature. He politely doffed his cap and quickened his steps, 
hoping to engage her in conversation. She, too, hastened and 
presently disappeared around a curve in the road. 

The next night the Captain walked again in the woods 
and again beheld the beautiful maid. He spoke but she hur- 
ried on and soon disappeared. The Captain then rushed back 


to the fort and organized a searching party to look for the 
girl. Strangers very seldom visited the island and all knew 
that she was not one of the village maids. No trace could be 
,found, however, of the Captain's mysterious beauty and the 
Captain was soon the subject of many laughs and jokes. 

Two days passed away and during this time the captain 
remained gloomy and thoughtful. The truth was that he 
was in love with the girl whom he had seen only Itwice. So 
the next night he again walked in the woods and his path led 
to the brow of the precipice overlooking the water. Soon the 
captain discovered the object of his thoughts sitting on the 
rock and appearing more beautiful than ever. Gently he ap- 
proached her and in answer to her look of fear said : "Do not 
£ear me, but tell me how you come to be on this island and 
where you live." She arose and stood with her back to the 
precipice. The cap.'tain shuddered to think of her dangerous 
position and again told her not to be afraid of him. But the 
girl retreated another step and the captain sprang forward to 
prevent a terrible tragedy. As he clutched her arm she threw 
herself backward into the chasm, drawing her would-be saver 
wi'th her and both were instantly dashed on the rocks below. 
The truth of it all was that the beautiful girl was only one of 
the captain's fancies, a result of an over-sufficiency of a new 
kind of wine that had recently been brought to the island. 

Agnes Dbrman, '13. 


A great gloom had settled upon the orchestra men. Their 
beloved leader was about to leave them, to go far, far away 
across the wide seas where they could hardly hope to see him 
again. Every man in the orchestra, except one, loved him 
with a love that was almost worship. This one man, the con- 
certmeister, 'had a high strung temperament and was a great 
genius, but he was jealous of his leader and hated him so that 
even the indifferent audience noticed and talked about it. But 
one evening about a month before the leader's departure, the 
members of the orchestra were astonished to see their concert- 
meister and their director talking earnestly together. The 


former, with tears in his eyes, seemed to be pleading forgive- 
ness, and the latter, with his frank, open smile and kindly eyes, 
patted his first violinist on the back and seemed to say, "The 
[thing you ask was granted before you asked it." The concert- 
meister's face cleared, and looking up and seeing the curiosity 
expressed on the faces of his fellow musicians, he turned to 
them and with great emotion said, "I want to make a confes- 
sion to you. For three years I have hated this man who has 
always treated me, as well as the rest of the world, kindly. 
But, fool that I was, this made me hate him more. You all 
know of the position I hold as city organist. A few days ago 
I discovered that my position was due to the director's influ- 
ence, and now I want to tell you that I acknowledge him to 
be all that you men have known him to be," (here he was in- 
terrupted by a deprecatory gesture from his leader), "and to 
say that I love him now, as much, if not more than any of 
you," he finished, walking over and clasping the hand of his 

It was the night of the last concert. The audience as- 
sembled early, for it was rumored that the first violinist had 
composed a farewell song to his leader. On the stage every- 
thing looked as usual, however. Violins were lying on the 
top of the piano, the harp, already uncovered, stood in the 
background. Some few wind instruments lay on the chairs 
and a 'cello, leaned against a music rack. The music lay piled 
on a table by the director's desk and the tall bass viols stood 
against the wall, looking down upon the smaller instruments. 
The musicians began to come in by twos and threes. As the 
tuning up began, the audience grew restless and when the con- 
ductor entered, the restlessness turned into deafening applause 
which shook the house. 

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The last number on the programme was entitled "Auf 
Wiedersehen" by the Herr Ooncertmeister. The first note 
fell softly, sadly, from Uhe strings, was answered by the wind 
instruments and harp and, finally, rose into wild grief at the 
departure of the leader. Then a new theme began which 
seemed to soothe the first lamentation, but it rose again in a 
sad piercing wail which grew louder and louder until brought 


to a climax by the kettle drums. There was a slight pause in 
which not even a breath could be heard, and then softly again, 
with resignation and a little hope, the song died away. 

H. L., 1913. 



INCE we to Seniors have advanced, 
There are not words to' pen, 
How very deeply we're entranced, 
With beinp- in the a den." 

We study there, we romp and play, 
We figure and we write. 
We always go there every day, 
And work with all our might ! 

The tables and the numerous chairs, 
Are relics of the past. 
The couch is springless, but who cares? 
Provided it will last. 

The knob is missing from the door, 
And oft we get locked in, 
We push, we kick, we shove — nay more, 
We make an awful din. 

Now, girls, pray tell — what's that dark spot 
Upon our rug so new? 
The fudge was spilled and made that blot, 
No wonder we were blue. 

Then to the den a rousing toast, 
It fills our hearts with cheer, 
Of all our haunts we love it most, 
We'll ever hold it dear. 

Marian Cummins, 'n 


Quebec, the most European of all American cities, is sit- 
uated on a high bluff overlooking the majestic St. Lawrence. 

This city is remarkable for two reasons : Its situation and 
its historic interest. It is situated in a stately terrace at the 
head of which is an imposing citadel known as the North 
American Gibraltar. This fortress commands the entrance 
to the city and any enemy entering the fortification is surely 
•trapped, for the fort is constructed with terraces which form 
abrupt ascents and all the buildings are underground. The 
upper and lower towns are as peculiar in character as in sit- 
uation. They are connected by a number of flights of stairs, 
the most direct of which are the "break-neck stairs." 

The lower town has little of interest except its historic 
connections. It is the commercial part of the city and with 
the exception of the warehouses, consists mostly of small 
shops with old-fashioned French signs and narrow, filthy 
streets. High over head can be seen waving pennants of red, 
blue and other colors which look like danger signals, but in 
reality are clothes hung out to dry. Sous-le-Cap is a street 
so narrow that when one stretches out his arms full length he 
'can touch the buildings on both sides ; and the street winds 
jin and out like a serpent. 

The upper town is full of interesting sights. There are 
many beautiful buildings, the most beautiful of which are 
Naval University, Chateau Frontenac and the citadel which 
jis surrounded by canons. Chateau Frontenac is the finest 
hotel in the city and is much like the European hotels, built 
with a courtyard into which the queer vehicles called culashes, 
pass to and fro with tourists. Extending from the Chateau to 
the citadel is the famous esplanade known as the Dufferin 
Terrace. Flere on a moonlight evening is seen one of the 
most beautiful panoramas imaginable. Leaning on the para- 
pet one sees the vast expanse of river, the lights from the city* 
which looks like a million little stars, and the tall, silent steam- 
ers like phantom ships riding at anchor. 

In front of the Chateau is a monument of Champlain in 
bronze, "the rock on which he sleeps within an unknown 


grave." Above the city are the Plains of Abraham, where 
the destiny of North America was decided, and in the city it- 
self is an obelisk to both heroes of the day inscribed with, 
"Mortem virtus Communen 
Famane Historia 
Monumentum posteritas 
There are many other things of interest among which are 
the Parliament buildings and St. Louis' and St. John's gates. 
No visitor leaves Quebes without visiting Montmorency Falls 
and St. Anne de Beaupre. To this bascitica pilgrims come 
from all over the world to be healed of their diseases and 
leave the crutches there as a sign of their cure. 

Everyone leaving Quebec is sincerely sorry to leave this 
quaint old town of churches. 

E. R. Fromrae, '13. 


Mary and Jack had quarreled. Most young lovers do. 
Jack went to a deserted summer resort to fish and Mary went 
to visit at her aunt's in ifche hills. Neither knew of the other's 
whereabouts, but the fact of the matter was they were within 
fwo miles of one another. One still gray evening Mary took a 
long walk through the woods until she came to a little lake. 
She sat down on the trunk of a fallen oak and looked around 
her for the first time. Hardly a leaf was stirring. All around 
rose cold, bleak hills warmed scantily here and there with a 
patch of dull red or yellow, the tattered remnants of Autumn's 
gay dress. On one side the hills sloped gently from the lake, 
on the other they rose abruptly from it and formed a bald, 
mountain. The motionless lake picturesquely reflected the 
graceful contour of the hills and the clouded gray sky. 

Halfway out was a small boat. Its occupant, a lone fish- 
erman, was peacefully smoking. His drooping figure made 
a sharp outline on the late autumn sky. As he slowly reeled 
in his line he wakened the dormant ripples to action. There 
was something strangely familiar about that fisherman. 


Mary's heart jumped, for it was Jack., A great wave of lone- 
liness swept over her. Even at that distance he looked so big 
and comforting, for he was an athletic fellow, and she felt so 
little and miserable. She felt that it was nearly all her fault 
.that they had quarreled. She was ready to cry. The lone 
fisherman picked up his oars and, as if drawn by some mag- 
netic force, rowed straight toward her. She wouldn't for all 
the world let him see her, so she hid behind the trunk of the 

Jack unsuspectingly rowed to shore, got out and built a 
fire. He then cleaned a string of fine fish, took a pan from a 
hamper in the boat and proceeded to get his evening meal. 
Mary was getting very cramped and very hungry. The long 
walk, the mountain air and the smell of the now frying fish 
made her hungrier than ever. Oh! if he would only hurry! 
She could not sit still much longer, and after hiding so long 
she just wouldn't let him see her there. 

While the fish were cooking Jack left very much de- 
pressed. He wondered why he had ever been fool enough 
to quarrel with Maty. Of course it was his fault and Mary 
had been perfectly right. He drew from his pocket (Mary 
could see by the firelight) a dance programme, a ribbon, and a 
faded rose. He looked gloomily at them, and the tail of one 
fish burned. He next drew a ring from his inside coat pocket 
and turned it over and over. It sparkled and shone, and 
the tail of the second fish burned. That lonely feeling again 
swept over Mary. One foot was fast asleep, the tempting 
fish were burning up, and the familiar sparkle of the ring made 
her more lonesome than ever. A sob escaped her. Jack 
hearing the slight noise started up and hastily put the keep- 
sakes back into his pocket. The sob came again, and then 
a very miserable little "J ac k !" "Mary !" with a quick stride 
he was at her side and taking her by the hand he led her to the 
warmth and cheer of the fire. 

Just then the shimmering new moon shone over the hill- 
top, lighting up the dark valley. So we will leave those two 
lovers to their explanations and fish. 

Dorothy Steinmacher, '13. 



Maurice sat in the library awaiting the arrival of his col- 
lege chum, Jack. He heard footsteps in the adjoining room, 
but the portiers were drawn so close, he could not see within. 

"Might try this cozy corner, Ethel," he heard a mascu- 
line voice say. 

"We might," came the reply from the girl, "but it's nicer 
over here, Bob, isn't it?" 

"Oh, now, see here," entreated Bob, "you aren't going to 
begin like that, are you? Especially when I am so glad to 
get back to you." 

Maurice's position in the other room was becoming un- 

"Now, Ethel," the voice continued, "you shall hear me 
ithrough this time — yes, you've always headed me off before, 
but I'm not going to give you a chance this time." 

"Oh, Bob, I"— 

"I've loved you for years, Ethel, ever since I was a kid, 
and I love you now. Other girls have given me encourage- 
ment but, Oh, why can't you love me, just why can't you? 
Why there's nothing in the world, I wouldn't do for you." 

"Oh, Bob, I can't love you, why do you love me so much, 
why don't you take one of the other girls, I can almost decide 
on one now." 

"You needn't try," be cried ; "I don't want to hear of an- 
other one but you, Ethel." 

"Bob," said the girl in a quiet tone, "Bob, I am going to 
tell you something, it will prevent another scene like this. 
It's a true story, Bob. You know that five years ago I visited 
Helen McKnight." — Maurice, who still sat in the other room 
stirred uneasily at the name. "Well, I spent just three weeks 
there, just three short weeks, but while I was there, I met a 
young man by the name of Maurice Stephens, he lived in a 
nearby town and came over to Helen's house quite frequently. 
While I was there he took me to dances and parties, we walked 
and talked and played tennis together, and then my visit 
ended. I went home, and he was such a busy man he did not 
need me, I guess. I've not seen him since, but I haven't 


forgotten 'him, and I never shall. I know I must have changed 
im five years, but do you know, Bob, I don't like to think that 
he has changed." 

Maurice looked out of the window, this time, not to see 
the dignified stone houses, but to see the quaint little cottage 
and to remember sitting on a bench down in the orchard, with 
a pretty young girl beside him. He had never realized what 
the girl had really been to him. 

"I understand," he heard Bob say, "I quite understand, 
''Ethel. I won't trouble you again," the door closed and he 
heard a quick footstep in the hall. 

Maurice crossed the room and noiselessly parted the por- 
tiers. He saw the sweet girlish figure in the cozy corner, gaz- 
ing outside. 

"Bob," she began, "Bob." 

"It isn't Bob," said a deep voice she knew quite well, "it's 
Bob's substitute. May I share the cozy corner, Ethel ?" 

"Yes," she murmured. 

Olive M. Daub, '13. 




HE Dilworthian extends its best wishes to 
its friends who have been married since 
the last issue ; to Miss Knapp, who was 
married to Mr. MacGregor, June 20th, and 
whose home is now Indiana Harbor, In- 
diana ; to Miss Florence Hunt, who' was 
married to Mr. Alfred C. Howell, Septem- 
ber 7th, and is now at home in Cincinnati ; 
to Miss Beulah McKibben, who was married to Mr. Frank 
Sowash, and is now at home on Atlantic Avenue ; and to our 


faithful Hannah, who was married August 28th, to Mr. Mike 
Maloney, and is at home on Brown street. 

The Dilworthian welcomes all the new members of the 
Faculty, both College and Dil worth Hall ; Miss Root, of Smith 
to the Latin Department of the College, Miss Butterfield of 
Smith to the Science Department, Miss Lindsay of Vassar as 
instructor in Latin and Rhetoric, and Miss Fisher from Leip- 
sic to> the Music Department. 

We regret that Miss Brownson has been ill all fall and 
unable to be in the College, but we are glad to know that she 
is with us again. 

We extend sympathy to Mrs. Coolidge, who is ill in her 
home in Fitchburg, Mass. 

Miss Alice Stoelzing writes from Wellesley that the thing 
about W T ellesley that has impressed her most is the way the 
upper-class girls treat the Freshmen. "They're willing to stop 
any time and tell some poor girl where she is and where she's 
going, and if she is likely to get there in time." 

Miss Carrie Longanecker, who is a Junior in Wellesley 
this year, writes : "It seems to me that College is the best all 
round experience that any girl could possibly have in any four 
. consecutive years of her early life." 

Miss Juniata Husband writes from Vassar that she is not 
too busy to think often of her old friends in Dilworth Hall 

The Dilworth Hall Glee Club has been organized and ex- 
pects to have quite a number of good new voices. Miss But- 
terfield has kindly consented to be the director, and we are 
anticipating an exceptionally good club this year. 



September 30th, the Seniors gave a dance in Dilworth Senior 
Hall. The prettiest dance of the evening was a cotillion, the Dance - 
favors for which were purple asters. 

On October 7th, Miss Coolidge gave a delightful party in 
the drawing room. Those of the Faculty who had been 
abroad in the summer related some of their experiences in 
such a way as to make us all say, "Oh, I wish I could go 1" 

Miss Campbell told about her motor-car tour through 
Wales, Miss Lovejoy, about old Edinburgh, Mademoiselle 
Fournage talked a few minutes in beautiful French, about the 
Chateaux of France, and Miss Fisher related some of her ex- 
periences in Switzerland, Miss Butterneld sang a fine old Eng- 
lish ballad, and Dr. Lindsay, in a few words, called out our 
loyalty for "our own, our native land." Dilworth Hall girls, 
dressed as Swiss peasant girls, served the refreshments. 

tan Party. 

The first concert of the season was given Friday evening, 
October 21st, by Miss Fisher and Madame Graziani. It was 
very much enjoyed by all present. 

The annual Halloween masquerade was given Friday 
evening, October 28. It was even more enjoyable than usual. 
The costumes were so fantastic that it was hard for the 
judges to decide who deserved the prizes. There was no doubt 
about the prettiest, however, the prize was awarded to Miss 
Elizabeth McClelland. Other prizes were given to the fun- 
niest, most unique, most illustrious and most mysterious. A 
little farce was presented in which Miss Meloy conducted her 
social service class to Hades to see what reforms were needed 
there. The girls met many of their old friends from P. C. W. 
Caesar, Cicero, Livy, squares, circles, triangles and Freshman 
themes. The Freshman Green Ribbon was there too. The 
songs were cleverly written and set to popular airs. At the 
.close of the play the three authors, Miss Root, Miss Lindsay 
and Miss Butterneld, were called forward to receive their 
share of the applause. Many of the day girls stayed over 
night in Berry Hall and they declare they had the best time of 



Y. W. C. A. The first Friday night of the year the Y. W. C. A. gave 

Party. its annual party to all the girls of both Berry and Woodland 

Halls. This entertainment was in the form of a porch party 
on the spacious piazza of Woodland Hall. The decorations 
were Japanese lanterns and ferns. After a delightful evening 
spent in games, all went to Berry Hall for refreshments. 

Athletics. A Dilworth Hall Athletic Association has been organized. 

The officers are : Noeline Hickson, president ; Rachel Donovan, 
vice president ; Helen Nicholson, secretary ; Helen Thompson, 
treasurer. A meeting is held the second Tuesday of each 

At the first meeting, the nth of October, we were honored 
with a lecture on Athletics by Doctor Lindsay. This was 
followed by games, dancing, and, last but not least, dainty re- 

Everyone was interested in the tennis tournament 
ithi-s fall. The finals between Dilworth Hall and the College 
were played on the 18th of October. Emma Gable and Pau- 
line Burt defeated Noeline Hickson and Helen Nicholson. 
Congratulations, Miss P. C. W. ; but D. H. is proud of her 
players all the same. 

The Y. W. C. A. swimming pool is open to Dilworth Hall 
•girls on Monday afternoons. A dollar for membership in the 
Association is required, and two dollars more for twelve en- 
trances to the pool. By paying three dollars you are allowed 
ito go twice a week. 

; It has been decided that those girls who< wish them can 
*have uniform school sweaters. They are the heavy kind, like 
boys' and the color is blue. 

The school letters are to be awarded to those who show 
-skill in any of the athletic sports. This ought to make the 
girls even more eager to be good in athletics, for of course they 
'Will not now wish to wear the letters unless they have won 

Basket-ball practice has commenced, but no games are 
•scheduled as yet. 

Class base-ball teams are to be organized and Miss Kathan 
is thinking seriously of a -hockey team. 

L. J. F., 'ii. 


The fall plays of the Third and Fourth year classes were 
held November 4th. The cast for the Fourth Year Play, 
"Anne of Old Salem," was : 

Rev. Cotton Mather Virginia Keenan 

Capt. Hartman Marion Cummins 

Roger Hardman, his son Jean McCrory 

Nathan Ellinwell, brother of Anne , Noeline Hickson 

Ezekiel Brown Jane Roenigk 

Anne Ellinwell Amelia Donovan 

Phyllis, an English visitor Louise Kimball 

Mistress Hardman Virginia Wright 

Goodwife Ellinwell Olive Prescott 

Ruth, a Quaker Annie Smith 

Piety Pauline Mcjunkin 

Peace Atkins Isabelle Reiter 

The Third Year Class gave "A Vision of Fair Women," 
'including famous characters from all ages. 


Fourth Year. 

President . . . Louise Kimball 

Vice President. Amelia Donovan 

Secretary and Treasurer Gertrude Van Osten 

Third Year. 

President Martha Grove. 

Vice President Katherine Milsom 

Secretary Josephine Feuchtinger 

Treasurer. , Ethel Sankey 

Second Year. 

President Helen RuscPf 

Vice President Helen Jackson 

Secretary Agnes Dorman 

Treasurer Edna Hayden 

First Year. 

President Genevieve Redd 

Vice President Mildred Vogeley 

Secretary Nancy Woods 

Treasurer Mabelle Graff 




HMOM^ t\)c G\tU 

The Dilworthian extends best wishes and a hearty wel- 
come to the new teachers and girls ; and hopes they will take 
an interest in our paper as we need many helpers. 

The business manager wishes to thank all the girls for 
paying their subscriptions so promptly. 

Notice : The Editorial page ! What a change ! What 
a relief. Gone forever, never to return. 

Girls ! Girls ! We know you are not famous poets or 
great writers but surely you can all write something for "The 
Dilworthian." Thanks to the girls who did. 

Dilworth Hall's class of 1910 is well represented at P. C. 
W. this year : Misses Margaret Conelly, Adeline Colebrook, 
Mary Gray, Ethel Williams, Phoebe Knight, Nell Parrish, 
Florence Rothschild, Mildred McWilliams, Gertrude Goedell 
and Elsa Steiner. 


Miss Mary Foster and Miss Hattie Weiler are at 
Wellesley; Wiss Lillian West, Miss Edna Stoebner, Miss 
Florence Moody, and Miss Mary Shaw are attending the Mar- 
garet Morrison School. Miss Jeannette Roenigk is at Vassar. 
These are all 1910 girls. 

Miss Marjorie Bennett is at the Hathaway Brown School 
in Cleveland. Miss Lucile Horner is at "The Castle" in New 
York State. 

Miss Grace Garland and Miss Alice McNeill are in the 
Carnegie Technical School of Design. 

Miss Sara Young is one of five Pittsburgh girls at Na- 
tional Cathedral School in Washington. 

Miss Madeline Rich is at home this winter, attending the 
Oil City High School. 

We all miss the smiling face of our jolly Gertrude 
Solomon ; we hope she will return to us later in the year. 

Miss Eunice Graham and Miss Reba Yingling are at Na- 
tional Park Seminary. 

September 29, Misses Jean Millar, Mary Gray and Mar- 
garet Connelly were entertained by their old table companions 
at dinner. We are very sorry not to have Jean back this 

Miss Frances Bailey and Miss Edna Philips, former Dil- 
worth Hall girls, are going to the Kindergarten College. 

We were all very sorry to hear that Miss Welling would 
not be with us this year; but we are always pleased when she 
favors us with an occasional visit. 

One of the third year girls changed her first name this 
summer and was told by one of the Faculty that it was cus- 
tomary for girls to change their last names. 


We have had many demonstrations of "The Merry 
Widow Waltz" lately. 

Ask Helen Thompson about the thought she let drop in 
English class. 

Anne Wilson has been given many opportunities to tell 
of her pleasant trip to Europe. 

Consult Clara Ebert concerning baseball and hobble 

Ask M. W. what caused the laughter at Miss Brownlee's 
table, Tuesday evening. 

The ten Dilworth Hall house girls who stayed over Sun- 
day gave a splendid feast in Jane Roenigk's room Saturday 
night. Some of the girls did the cooking and the some (?) 
who didn't help with the cooking, washed the dishes. For 
further information ask the Faculty. 

English overheard among some children playing in the 
streets of London : "Her ain't a calling we, us don't belong to 

Ask Miss Kerst if she thinks sandals and beads are im- 
portant parts of an Indian costume. 

M. W. startled the girls and Faculty of Dilworth Hall on 
Tuesday evening, October 25, by wearing a fancy theater cap 
to dinner. 

The girls of Miss Brownlee's and Miss Hooker's table 
surprised Esther Clarke with a birthday party on last Thurs- 
day evening. The color scheme was green and gold. 

Apparently Benjamin Franklin has added a new max- 
ium to "Poor Richard's Almanac," A. G., a first year girl told 
a story about "A fat kitten leaves a lean will." For further 
information ask Miss Campbell or any first year girl. 


Noeline Hickson was elected house president of Dilworth 
Hall at one of the meetings in Mrs. Armstrong's room. 

On October 7th, Mrs. Armstrong's table gave a very- 
pretty birthday party in honor of Miss Kathan and Miss Lind- 

Mary A. Robb was very pleasantly surprised by a visit 
from her mother and little sister. Her sister stayed over 
night and Mary and she took a delightful week-end trip to 
the Cleveland Centennial and visited their aunt. 

Miss Helen Schoenick was maid of honor at her aunt's 
wedding, October 12. We are sure she made a very pretty 

What did Roderick Dhu? 

The girls of Berry Hall had a jolly time pulling taffy in 
the kitchen on the "real Hallowe'en." 

Mrs. Armstrong was the chaperon to a theatre party to 
■see "The Merry Widow." A party was also chaperoned by 
Mrs. Armstrong to the Pittsburgh and Cincinnati base 
ball game, October 8th. It was quite exciting. 

"Who is called the Hungarian Nightingale?" Ask O. P. 

The telephone booth is not nearly as popular as it was 
this time last year. I wonder why? 

Fraulein (in German conversation period) — "Was ver- 
kauft der Vater der Marie? Kuchen und Apfel?" 
You may answer, Miss N. 
Miss N. — Cooking apples. 

The first swimming class met at the Y. W. C. A., Monday 
afternoon, October 25. All the girls enjoyed flopping about 
in the water and hope to be expert swimmers soon. 


The Dilworthian extends its sincere sympathy to Noeline 
Hickson, who sprained her ankle in the cause of Dfilworth 
Hall in the tennis tournament. 

Miss Kerst chaperoned a party of girls to "Macbeth." It 
was exceptionally interesting, as it is being studied in both 
English and Expression classes. 

Mrs. Drais's table gave a very pretty lavender and white 
birthday party for Lily Lindsay. 

The Fourth Years gave a taffy pull in the den during the 
(third and fourth periods on Friday, October 21st. Ask the 
girls who the successful taffy puller was. 

The cars now stop at College avenue and all the day stu- 
dents are rejoicing. 

Miss Ethel Armstrong and Miss Mildred Eiler are at the 
•Conservatory of Music, Boston. 

The girls of the first year English class have been illus- 
trating axioms from "Poor Richard's Almanac." These girls 
will surely make thrifty, economical housewives if they prac- 
tice what they preach. 

1 The girls of the first year class are destined to make their 
mark in the world. They are a class of large understanding, 
too large in fact for their comfort in the gym. 

The girls enjoy their week end visits 'home once a month 
very much, and come back all ready for hard work. 

W'hat's the matter with Dilworth? It's all right. 
What's the matter if Dilworth's girls are bright? 
I'm very strong for the coed schools; 
But Dilworth's where you learn the rules, 
W'hat's the matter with Dilworth? It's all right. 


What's the matter with College, it's all rum? 

What's the matter with the girls ? they're all bum? 

Oh, they always 'have the vacant chairs 

In Chapel a — and everywhere. 

What's the matter with Dilworth, they're always there? 

What's the matter with Dilworth? They're on time. 

What's the matter with Dilworth? They're too kind. 

Oh, girls, come, get your lessons quick, 

And you can go walking by the creek. 

What's the matter with Dtilworth? It's all right. 

(Chorus of "What's the matter with father?") 

D. S., '13. 

On Tuesday afternoon, November 8, the Athletic Associa- 
tion held its regular monthly meeting. After the reports 
were read it was decided to provide money for twelve new 
hockey sticks. (A very charitable donation.) After all busi- 
ness had been transacted the remaining time was pleasantly 
■spent playing various games selected by the entertainment 
committee, the most unique being called "Senses." They 
then danced and had refreshments. 

A First Year girl who couldn't remember Lowell's lines 
when asked to quote them on a test improvised thus : 
"The little bird sits at his door in the sun, 
Singing until his work is done, 
While the little ones chirp hum, hum, hum, 


A man went to the Alvin theatre to buy tickets for the 

He said to the man at the office, " You'll only charge me 
half-price, won't you?" 


"Because I can only see half as much as the others, as I 
have only one eye." 

"Well," said the man at the box office, "It will take you 
twice as long to see it." 

Tenderly stroking a caterpillar a five-year-old boy was 
heard to say : 

"Nice little caterpillar with hair so long — wan't to go to 
heaven ?" — Squash ! 

"He's gone." 

Definitions from the Persians. 

Poverty — "The consequence of marriage." 
Hunger — "Something which falls to the lot of those out 
of employment." 

Druggist — "One who wishes everybody to be ill." 

Music Teacher — "You should have paused there. Don't 
you see that it is marked rest?" 

Student — "Yes, but I wasn't tired." 


"Why do the ladies take their hats off at the theater?" 
"So the rats can see the show." 

Mr. Smith — "That new railroad is running thing's into the 

Mr. Jones — "How so?" 

Mr. Smith — "Going to have a tunnel under the city?" 

Teacher — "Name the five senses, Tommy." 
Tommy — "Nickels and half dimes." 

All of the plates except baby's little one were piled on the 
table in front of father. Just as he was about to ask the 
blessing, the little one held up her plate and said, "Pray over 
my plate, too, Papa." 

The Difference. 

In Chicago, where the wheat pours in, 
The people ask, "Where have you bin?" 
In Franklin's city, Phila., Penn., 
They ask of you, "Where have you ben?" 
While here, for reasons plainly seen, 
We say it thus, "Where have you bean?" 

— The Triangle. 

What Punctuation Does. 

Here is an example of odd punctuation : 
"That that is is that that is not is not that it it is." 
To avoid nightmares, punctuate thus : 
"That that is, is, that that is not, is not, is not that it? 
It is."— Ex. 



We have received very few exchanges so far, but we hope 
that they will be increased by our next number. We are al- 
ways glad to have new suggestions for our paper and hope to 
profit by the exchanges. 

"The Triangle," Troy, New York, paper is very good. 
The pictures add so much attraction. 

"Ripples," Cedar Falls, Iowa, exchanges are very well 
written. A name for each topic makes the paper concise and 

"The High School Journal." The Literary Department 
is excellent and deserves a great deal of credit. 

We hope that we may have the "Washington Scroll" 
among our exchanges this year. It is one of the brightest and 
most interesting papers that we read. 

The idea of making the October Scroll a memory book of 
the Centennial is very clever and will no doubt meet with 
the greatest approval of all Washington subscribers. 

We are proud to see one of our former students, Miss 
Margaret Davis, in the position of Associate Editor of the 



WINTER 1911 



Published by the Students of 


The Preparatory School of 



VOL. IV WINTER, 1911 No. 2 

Louise Kimball, '11, 
Josephine Peuchtinger, '12, Virginia Wright, '11, 

Helen McClelland, '13, Helen Schcenick, .'13. 

Business Manager Annie Davison, '12 

Faculty Member Emma M. Campbell 

Rhea Fischer, '12, Edith Semmelrock, '14. 

Mary Robb, '13, Dorothy Steinmacher, '13, 

The Dilworthian is published four times a year by (he students of 
Dilworth Hall. Each of the four classes is financially responsible for 
one issue of the Dilworthian. 

Contributions are solicited from all departments and from all 
former students. 

Literary communications should be given to the Editor-in-Chief. 

Business communications should be addressed to the Business 

The Dilworthian is 25 cents a copy. 



Where Hearts Were Discard. J. F., '12. 3 

A Bull Fight Katherine Roller, '14 6 

Sketches — 

The Imaginations of a Nervous Woman. .Harriet Haskell, '12 8 

A Valentine Marion Cummins, '11 9 

The Kingdom of Hearts Helen Rusch, '13. 9 

Dame Van Winkle's Soliloquy Margaret Wicoff, '14 11 

Write about Anything you Please Katherine Jones, '14 12 

A Telegram at Midnight Helen Schoenick, '13 12 

A Midsummer's Day in Arizona Maricrie Clemans, '13 14 

Colman's Mansion Mary Anderson, '13 15 

Editorial News 16 

Argument of Policy 17 

School News I 9 

Among the Girls 21 

Cupids Wiles 25 

Modern Mother Goose 26 

Exchanges 27 



EARTS, hearts everywhere. Big glowing hearts 
hanging from every point of the ceiling, to 
light the fantastically garbed dancers on their 
way through the great hall ; millions of tiny 
hearts forming wierd draperies to shield other 
non-dancers from view ; real hearts thumping 
merrily while their owners pranced, romped, 
or whirled gracefully past. 


As the dancers rested for a moment, breathless but happy, 
a question rose and spread like wild fire. Where was their 
hostess, the Queen of Hearts? No one had seen her since 
early in the evening and now it was nearly midnight. What 
could have happened? The people gathered into groups, 
talking softly, while growing consternation was depicted in 
the face of each. Several of the stronger sex, with brave and 
determined countenances, disappeared in opposite directions. 
Several of the weaker sex considered fainting, and then, up- 
held by masculine arms, appeared to think better of it. 

Suddenly there was a slight rustling from without and 
every eye turned toward the door as the Queen, pale but calm, 
entered the room. An embarrassed flush rose to her face as 
she perceived that her guests were silently demanding an ex- 
planation. But what could she say ! What would they think ! 
What would he think ! Oh, she could not tell them, — till later, 
at any rate. 

Then suddenly the soft strains of the next waltz, re- 
verberating through the hall, relieved the tenseness. Soon the 
throng became gay and carefree again and the incident was 
apparently forgotten. 

A man hurried to the Queen; "This dance?" he asked 

"Yes indeed," she answered, smiling up at him, "I saved 
it especially for you." 

L,ater he drew her into a nook almost hidden by ferns and 

"We missed you this evening," he said, and stopped short ; 
but she remained silent. Then sJowty she raised her head 
and her soft brown eyes looked innocently into his. 

"I can't explain yet, dear," she murmured, "even to you ; 
but I am sure your love for me is strong enough — " 

"Strong enough !" he exclaimed earnestly, seizing her 
hands, "why I would trust you to the ends of the earth, if need 

"Thank you, dear, I'm so glad." She smiled as she 
learned toward him, and then — then a second man entered 


"Why — why what do you want?" she burst forth, hastily 
releasing her hands. 

"You, fair Queen. I imagined I would find you here. I 
came to ask—" then he saw the First Man. They stared at 
each other, glowered at each other, but neither moved. 

The Queen thought it time to interfere. "What was it 
you wished to see me about?" she inquired of the Second Man. 

"You surely know why I usually wish to see you. But I 
can't tell you now, can I?" he replied, with a meaning glance at 
the First Man. 

''Oh, don't mind him," she said. 

"Then you mean that our engagement is to become public. 
Thank heaven! But about your disappearance this evening, 
I have the right to demand an explanation, haven't I sweet- 
heart? Especially since I was so worried?" The Second 
Man had become oblivious to all save the owner of those beau- 
tiful eyes before him. 

"I can't explain yet, dear," she said seriously, "even to 
you; but I am sure your love for me is strong enough — " 

Then a third man entered. The Queen of Hearts, seeing 
his suspicious glance at the others, rose and went over to him. 

"What is it, Jackie?" she asked. 

'Why nothing now, I suppose. You promised me — but I 
see you already have — " 

"Hush, dear," she interrupted, as she laid her hand caress- 
ingly on his shoulder. "I know you think I have been play- 
ing with you, but indeed — well, I will explain it all. Those 
poor men there," she indicated the first two witheringly, "have 
been making love to me. I — I couldn't help it, but I am so 
glad you came." 

"Bob," she turned to the First Man, "you see now I can't 
marry you, because I am engaged to these two. "Sam," she 
turned to the Second Man, "I can't marry you because I am 
engaged to this man. And Jack," she turned to the Third 
Man, "I can't marry you because — well because I am already 
married. Soon after the dancing began this evening an old 
friend of mine came here unexpectedly. He intended to leave 
in about two hours and since I had not seen him for years 


and thought none would notice my absence, I stayed out there 
with him. In our conversation I mentioned you three and that 
I had promised each to tell you tonight when we should marry. 
He laughed at my predicament and said the only way was to 
marry him then. So I did, — for I really love him, — and we are 
going away in the morning. Then he insisted upon coming 
in, so now here he is. Why don't hurry, boys, I want you to 
meet him." 

Silently the "boys" gazed at her. As she saw the scorn 
in their eyes, her own became tearful. She was so beautiful, 
so sweet when she cried. They knew it only too well and — 
alas — so did she. But now not one atom of pity appeared in 
their stony visages. Still silently the three walked out into 
the cool night air. Without a word each lit his favorite cigar 
and smoked it down to the very end. 

Then simultaneously they exclaimed, "Oh piffle." 

Josephine Teuchtinger, '12. 


One day while I was living at Uruapan in old Mexico the 
American colony thought it would be nice to ge to see a bull 
fight, which was to be held in Morelia, the capital of the state 
of Michoacan. A bull fight is the most popular amusement of 
Mexico. They are given only on Sundays or feast days. We 
arrived in Morelia Saturday at noon and went to the bull fight 
at three o'clock. The bull ring is made of stone with seats 
around it. It is built on the order of our base ball stand. 
About five feet from the outer edge of the ring is a fence five 
feet high for the men to jump over when the bull takes after 
them. As we entered I noticed the boxes were filled with 
Spanish ladies elegantly dressed. In the center box was the 
governor, who told the bugler when to blow his bugle. 

At the first sound of the bugle a large door opened into 
the ring and all the men who took part in the fight marched 
in and paraded around the ring. They were dressed in satin 
knee trousers and short satin coats with gilt fringe. The first 
four men to enter were called "capadors." They carried 


red capes. Then two men called "picadors" entered on blind- 
folded horses. At the second sound of the bugle they took 
their places in the ring. Then at the third sound of the bugle 
the bull came rushing in through a narrow passage way, so 
narrow that he could not turn back if he had wanted to. Just 
as the bull's head apeared in the ring a man from behind the 
door stuck a small dagger with a ribbon on it into the back of 
the bull's neck. This made the bull very mad and he went 
for the object nearest him. It happened to be a horse. The 
man on the horse had a long lance in his hand with which he 
kept the bull at a distance. The bull then made for one of 
the men who was teasing him with a red cape. But the man 
jumped over the fence before the bull touched him. The 
bull then made for another horse which he tore with his horn. 
The horse was taken out of the ring and sewed up and brought 
in until it fell dead. Then the bugle sounded and the horses 
were taken out. Two men with long pieces of wood, with a 
small dagger on the end called "bandevillas" made for the bull 
and stuck eight of them into him. The bull was weak by this 
time from the lost of blood. Then entered the principal man 
called "matador". After asking permission of the governor 
he took his red cape and a sharp sword and walked toward 
the bull, waving the cape all the time. The bull lowered his 
head and made a rush for the cape. The man drove the sword 
between the bull's shoulders to his heart. The bull fell over 

The people in the boxes threw money, canes, hats, cigars 
and coats at theh "matador". Then entered two mules and 
dragged out the dead bull. They brought in another bull; 
but it would not fight, and the people made such a fuss that 
they had to take it out by lassoing it. There were four bulls 
and two horses killed at this fight. Some of the Americans 
had to get up and go out to keep from fainting, but the Mexi- 
cans thought nothing of it. I am ashamed to say that I en- 
joyed the bull fight with the exceptions of the injuries given 
to the horses. Kit Roller, '14. 




SINGLE bird circled slowly over the little 
house among the trees, but not once in its 
flight sought rest on the low slanting roof. 
It seemed almost as if nature were sent 
to guard some despised thing, for the gaunt 
pines surrounding the little house did not 
deign to bend even slightly their slender 
forms toward it, but kept a scornful up- 

The solitary occupant stared out of one of the little 
windows at the threatening gray sky, with strained, question- 
ing, black eyes. Her lithe, slender body lay coiled in a big, 
cushiony chair, and on her lap she held an open book nervous- 
ly, with thin, almost bony hands. Suddenly she strained for- 
ward, clutching the arms of her chair, and fear came into her 
big, mysterious eyes, as she listened, and heard — nothing. 
There was not a sound ; not even the ticking of a clock ; 
outside the wind was still; not a leaf stirred; nothing moved; 
nothing seemed real. 

Every instant the close air was more charged with im- 
pending danger, and the woman, straining forward with 
dilated eyes, became paralazed with an unnamed fear. Greater 
and greater grew the tension — she must cry out ! Suddenly, 
through the house, swept a gust of wind, like a mighty wave, 
and at its height came the crash of a closing door. With a 
shriek the woman fell back into her big chair, white and 
drawn ; and she lay there, with terror on her still, pale face, 
until, through the nightmare of unconsciousness, she heard the 
twitter of birds. Then she opened her eyes slowly and a smile 
came to her lips as a gentle breeze lightly stirred the curtains, 
and the sunlight poured over her. 

Harriet Haskell, '12. 



A pleasant nod, a winning smile, 
And friendly eyes of blue, 
Such virtues make life seem worth while, 
And these, I vow, have you. 

A cheerful nod, a kindly voice, 
A manner shy but sweet, 
In your dear presence all rejoice, 
You charm ail whom you meet. 

I dream of you by night and day, 
You are my guiding star, 
And may you ever light my way 
Although it be afar. 

So now, O ! maiden most divine, 
With tender, smiling face, 
Accept my humble Valentine, 
As tribute to your grace. 

Marion W. Cummins, 'n. 


There lived in that beautiful Kingdom of Hearts an old 
fisherman and his little motherless daughter, Adora. Their 
home was on the great River Love that flows through the 
Kingdom of Hearts. Everyone finds time to sail on this river 
— of course some enjoy it more than others — it all depends 


on the person and the management of the sails. Little Adora, 
although not seventeen, had sailed on this river quite often. 
Well, one fine morning as she was making little heart-shaped 
cakes, because it was Valentine Day — some one knocked. 
She answered — but it was only the postman and he handed 
her an envelop. With trembling fingers she tore it open, 
and there was the most beautiful heart with a picture of a 
young man in military dress and underneath was printed in 
large letters, "To My Valentine." 

She thought all day long of "her gallant Prince", as she 
called him and promised herself if there was a man in the 
Kingdom of Hearts just like the picture she would let him 
try to win her, but perhaps he wouldn't love her — a poor 
fisherman's daughter — so she dreamed on and on until her 
father came home. They ate their supper in silence, Adora 
was too busy dreaming of the time when she would meet "her 
Prince", to talk much. At nine o'clock the little house was 
dark and thus ended Valentine Day. 

But you must remember Valentine Day comes once every 
year and every Valentine Day brings more pleasures. So a 
year passed without much excitement until when Valentine 
Day came again it was announced that the young Prince of 
Hearts was to go sailing on the River of Love. To be sure 
every one turned out to see him; even little Adora had put 
on her best gown, put up her hair with special care ; and then 
to avoid the rush and confusion she stole down to her little 
boat on the river. 

She could see in the distance a little white boat with pure 
white sails, then she saw the Prince get in and the next mo- 
ment he was oft, bowing and waving to the villagers on the 
shore. As he neared Adora's boat she wondered where 
she had seen him before. He was now in front of her — 
where had she seen him before — then from her pocket she 
drew the old valentine. She gazed at "her Prince", then at 
the young Prince in the boat and in her confusion her boat 
rocked, dipped, and then suddenly turned over. 

The next thing she knew she was in her feather bed at 
home and her friends were telling her how proud she should 


be, because the Prince had carried her home and he was com- 
ing to see her. No, not a soul knew how he came to carry 
her home, but he did. Isn't that enough? 

The village gossips certainly had enough to talk about 
that summer, for the Prince of Hearts stayed in the village all 
summer and when it was announced that little Adora was 
soon to become a Princess, no one was surprised. 

The wedding day was set for next Valentine Day and it 
was told among the villagers that she called him "her Valen- 
tine. This is a fairy tale so it must abide with the ending of all 
other fairy tales ; "they lived happily ever after." 

Helen C. Rusch, '13. 


One day as Dame Van Winkle sat at her spinning wheel 
she began to think over Rip's disappearance as she had done 
almost innumerable times before. Now her feelings toward 
him were far kinder than they had been in the past. 

"What did become of Rip?" she said half aloud. "It 
might have been the Indians, but it seems strange they would 
stop with a single capture and not come down to the village. 
Yes, it probably was the bears that took him off, or it might 
have been a stray mountain lion, though it has been many 
years since one has been seen in this district. True, he had 
his gun, but it might not have been loaded, as his ammunition 
would not hold out long, and he did not have the money to 
buy more. He was a good hearted man, else the children 
would not have loved him or the dogs would not have stayed 
with him. He did, many times, make me angry because of 
his laziness and shiftlessness and I'll admit that I scolded him 
enough. I have gotten no more out of all my wonderings 
about him than if I had never given him a thought, so I may 
as well leave off thinking about him. How different life might 
have been for all of us if he had done better — and I had scolded 
less. But regrets are useless." 

Margaret Wicoff, '14. 


"Anything" suggests so many things that it is difficult to 
narrow the many subjects to one. If given, as a topic, a 
biography you can narrow your subject at once to your 
favorite great man or your favorite great men and select one 
about whom to write. If given as a subject an event in his- 
tory, that also narrows your theme to your favorite event in 
history. If you are given a sketch of a book you can write 
only one thing, yet you can write it in a great many different 
ways. If you are given an event in your oavu life, or a de- 
scription of something you have seen, or a trip you have taken, 
while it gives you many things, }^et you cannot include a 
biography of Lincoln, or the surrender of Burgoyne, or a 
sketch of Dickens" "Tale of Two Cities." If you are given a 
choice of a number of subjects about which to use your im- 
agination ; but to be given "anything you please" to write 
about is very difficult indeed. 

Katharine Jones, '14. 


It was nearly twelve o'clock on Christmas eve. The sky 
was cloudy and the farmhouse lay dark and quiet in the softly 
falling snow. Suddenly a loud knock echoed through the 
house, but the inmates slept on. The knock was repeated 
and this time Mr. Nevison awoke and slipping on his coat, 
went shivering down stairs to answer the door. A messenger 
with a telegram stood outside. Mr. Nevison, very much ex- 
cited, received it. After closing the door he felt along the 
mantel until his hand touched the matchbox. There was 
only one match there, and then he remembered that he had 
forgotten to buy any that day. Groping his way to the table 
he struck the match to light the lamp, but just then a gust of 
wind from the open transom extinguished the flame. Mutter- 
ing to himself Mr. Nevison turned to go back upstairs but in 
so doing he knocked the lamp off the table. His wife, who was 


awake by this time heard the crash, and came down stairs to 
see what was the matter. 

"John, John," she called, "what was that noise?" 

"Oh, I knocked the lamp off the table. Look out for that 
chair at the foot of the stairs." But the warning came too 
late. Mrs. Nevison had already fallen over the chair and 
was now in a very bad humor. "For pity's sake why don't 
you light the lamp?" she demanded, extricating herself. 

"I used the last match trying to read this telegram. I 
forgot to buy matches today." 

"Telegram !" shrieked Mrs. Nevison, "You received a tele- 
gram and have no match to read it by? I told you to get 
some today, but I might have known you would forget. Why 
will men be so careless?" 

"Well, there is no use staying in the kitchen all night. We 
may as well go to bed," said Mr. Nevison, leading his wife 
upstairs. They reached their room without further mishaps 
and Mr. Nevison composed himself to sleep, but his wife was 
wide awake and very curious to know the contents of the tele- 

"I wonder what it could be,' she mused. "Oh, I hope 
no one is dead or dying. It would be rather nice though if 
someone we didn't care about died and left us some money. 
Maybe Uncle Josh is dead. He is rich and was never very 
well. Do you think he's dead, John?" 

"What?" murmured her husband drousily. 

"John Nevison, you haven't heard a word I said. You 
ought to be ashamed to lie there sleeping when somebody 
might be dying." 

"Botheration, I couldn't stop them if I did stay awake," 
exploded her husband. "Why don't you go to sleep like a 
sensible person?" 

"It might be from Aunt Mary, too," continued Mrs. Nevi- 
son, paying no attention to her husband's outburst. "It would 
be just like her to swoop down upon us with her whole family 
for Christmas dinner. If I only knew what train they were 
coming on I would know how much time I had to get ready for 


them. I wish I had baked some more pies, for I'm afraid 
there won't be enough to go around." 

"Oh, go to sleep !" growled her husband. Mrs. Nevison, 
however, could only doze, for the telegram weighed on her 

As the first streak of gray dawn shone across the sky she 
wakened her husband and they got up to read the telegram. 
But it could not be found. After searching for a half hour or 
more they discovered it lying among the broken fragments 
and spilt oil of the lamp. Smoothing it out, they read, "Merry 
Christmas — Brother Tom." Helen Schoenick, '13. 


The dark blue tinged mountains whose rugged peaks are 
softened by the distance, the rolling sweep of the plain with 
its short stumpy growth of greece-wood and the tall slender 
stalk of the yucca with its bloom of white bells, or the yellow 
and red flowers of the prickly pear all help to make Arizona 
one of the most picturesque places in the world. 

Near at hand, some of the mountains have a dull brick- 
red color and nothing much grows on them, because of the 
copper and iron deposits in the earth. But occasionally one 
is covered with what looks like a field of wheat ready for 
harvest, but really is no more than a coarse yellow grass, but 
it looks very pretty from a distance. 

The sky completes the picture. Are there ever such skies 
as in the West? If there are I have never seen them. Not 
hindered by the smoke from the factories, it appears like a 
hugh blue dome, clear and brilliant, rarely broken by a cloud ; 
and when it is, the cloud is as beautiful as the sky. Clouds 
of soft, fluffy whiteness around the edges of which the blue 
shows softly through. In the evenings the sun sets are be- 
yond my power of description. The distant mountains take 
on a dark purple shade, the sun dropping slowly down behind 
them, casts its rays in all its glory. The soft pale pinks, the 
brilliant red, the touch of orange mingle with the blue and 
produce a violet. 


And as you gaze at it you say nothing can be so beauti- 
ful, then again the colors change and you are going into rap- 
tures about the next picture, until the sun is at last lost to 
view and just the rays appear above the rugged peaks. They 
then fade to the palest of pinks and grays, finally disappear, 
and one is left breathless with admiration. 

Marjorie Clemans, '13. 


Situated in the East End between Dallas and Mirtland 
avenues, is a dilapidated, but still beautiful, old colonial man- 
sion. It is most beautiful to me in the fall when the square 
structure makes a dim outline against the gray sky, when the 
stately trees are dropping their brown leaves, and the stillness 
is broken only by an occasional rabbit hurrying over the dried 
leaves. To the right is a heap of ruins that was once the 
quarters of the slaves ; to the left is a still pond, now stagnant 
and useless. 

This mansion was erected by Judge William Wilkins in 
1836 and at that time was the finest piece of architecture west 
of Philadelphia. General Wilkins was Secretary of War, Min- 
ister to Denmark and Russia. He was a political power in 
Pennsylvania ; and it was in his home that all the notables go- 
ing through Pittsburgh were entertained. Lafayette, Jackson, 
Daniel Webster, Henry Clay, and Calhoun are among the 
great men who at one time or another were guests in this fine 
old home. In late years this property was owned by the Col- 
man family, and although it is now deserted, it is still known 
as the Colman mansion. Mary Anderson, '13. 



UCH interest was shown in the Mass Meet- 
ings of Dilworth Hall the first two weeks 
in December. The Faculty decided to es- 
tablish traditions that should be lived up 
to by all the students now in the school and 
those that will enter in the future, and also 
to teach the girls to decide things for 
themselves. The meetings were held in 
the chapel and everyone was given an opportunity to express 
her opinion. If some girls did not get what they wanted, it 
was their own fault, for everyone was supposed to have a voice 
in the matter. But it seemed as if all were satisfied for some 
of the motions were carried unanimously. The following mo- 
tions were passed: 

I. Dilworth Hall students may wear the Dilworth Hall 
seals after the first semester examination of the second year. 

II. That class pins or rings may be purchased and worn 
after the first semester examinations of the third year. 

III. That Dilworth Hall pennant pins may be worn at 
any time. 


IV. That an honorary member from the Faculty may be 
chosen in the first semester (about the second month) of the 
second year. 

V. That the chair appoint a committee to recommend 
four permanent colors, one for each class, and to report to 
the school. The chair appointed the four class presidents with 
power to select a fifth member at large, Miss Brownlee as ad- 

VI. That the committee be recommended to make gold 
the foundation color for the four class color schemes. 

It is to be hoped that these motions will settle any dis- 
putes that may arise in the future, and it seems that all girls 
should take pride in living up to the school traditions. 

Everyone has ideas which she intends to carry out and 
thinks of things which she intends to do. But these plans 
are rarely accomplished. Many great opportunities are lost 
by not doing things in time. We intend to study, we intend 
to practice, we intend to visit or help someone, but the time 
passes and we suddenly realize that we have fallen below 
our ideals by simply "putting off until tomorrow that which 
we might have done today." So girls, in the new year which 
has just begun let us actually accomplish those things which 
we "intend to do." 


This School Should Publish a School Magazine. 

A school magazine is a paper published expressly for the 
school containing school news and the literary efforts of the 
students which deserve credit. 

It is admitted that the magazine does not come up to 
the literary standard of other journals at the same or even less 

The question at issue is : Is the school paper of sufficient 
value, notwithstanding literary merit or cost, to warrant its 
continuance in this school? 


Brief Proper 

1. The school paper is useful, for 

a. It gives in a concise, condensed form all the happen- 
ings, events and news of the school. 

b. It shows the school the literary ability of the students. 

c. It is fine practice for the students in charge of the 

d. It arouses school loyalty and patriotism in the students 

i. Each school endeavors to keep its paper on an equality 
or above other school papers. 

2. It chronicles all happenings of which the school is 

3. It displays to outside schools the ability of its con- 

4. It spurs students on to best efforts. 

e. It is useful to the faculty for 

1. It points out to the faculty who of their pupils show 
any signs of budding genius. 

f. The fact that school magazines have almost universal- 
ly been published for so many years is good evidence of its 

1. We have shown that a school magazine is useful to 
the student in that it gives the events of the school. 

a. Displays the literary ability in school. 

b. Arouses school spirit. 

c. Has proved its utility by its existence. 

We conclude therefore that the present system of a school 
paper should be retained in this school. L. L. K., 'it. 

*Inspired by Burke's Speech on Conciliation. 




HE date for the Dilworth Hall Christmas 
Dance was Friday evening, December 16, 
but I am sure it started a month before. 
The girls had their programs filled out long 
before the Thanksgiving vacation. School 
books were immediately dropped for the 
more important study of fashion books> 
Such a time as the girls had deciding how 
they should have their "gowns" made and 
what color was most becoming! What style of a coiffure 
they should wear was another complex problem to be solved. 
December sixteenth finally came and at eight fifteen the 
grand march formed according to the classes and led by the 
fourth year president, Louise Kimball, wound slowly around 
the room, displaying the many pretty dresses of the girls. No 
one can say that Fashion did not display herself well. "The 
Hobble Skirt" was the "hit" of the evening while Dame Fash- 
ion herself worn a gown with a train. 

The dining room, always the center of attraction, was 
decorated with holly, Christmas greens and large red bells. 

All the dances were finished this year, and promptly at 
eleven forty-five the bell rang. The house girls were hurried 
to bed, while Mrs. Armstrong chaperoned a few late guests. 
in the drawing room. A. D., '12. $'] 

The doll show was a great success. Between Thanksgiv- 
ing and Christmas the girls dressed one hundred and eight 
dolls for the Free Kindergartens and twenty-four for the Soho 
children. There were babydolls, lady dolls and papa and 
mamma dolls, which surely must have pleased the children, 
as they were all beautifully gowned. 

On Friday evening, January 13, Miss Welling, pianist, 
and Miss Butterfield, vocalist, gave a recital in the drawing 
room. Miss Welling played from memory several beauti- 
ful selections. Miss Butterfield sang several songs in her 


usual charming manner. The evening was a very enjoyable 

A recital was given, Friday evening, January twentieth, 
by Mme. Elise Graziani and Miss Jean Fisher. It was a great 
success. Mme. Graziani sang in a winning way and Miss 
Fisher more than did herself credit. 

Friday evening, December ninth, nineteen ten, the Senior 
class of Pennsylvania College for Women gave two plays : one, 
"The Meisterschaft" proved very amusing; while the other, 
"A Christmas Masque" was instructive and uplifting. 

Three cheers for the D. H. IV Basketball Team — one 
week old ! ! ! ! ! 

D. H. IV held a feast in their den Friday, January sixth. 
It was their monthly spread. Ask anyone in the class where 
the roast chicken went or ask J. R. if she likes cold or hot 
beans. My, but those beans were hot ! If any class is 
ignorant of how to make a fire without alcohol, just ask A. S. 
or V. W. 

The Dilworthian extends the heartiest and sincerest con- 
gratulations to Mrs. Williamson, a Dilworth Hall girl of 1908, 
formerly Vera Vesta Lewis, on the birth of a small daughter, 
Elaine Lewis Williamson. 

Quite a few girls of the class of nineteen ten came back 
for a brief visit before our school closed for the Christmas 
vacation. Among them were Jean Millar, Mary Foster, Hattie 
Weiler, Alice Stoelzing and Jeannette Roenigk. 

The Class of nineteen ten gave a luncheon at Christmas 
time. Nearly all the class were present and of course 
according to them it was the "best ever." 

Just as the Dilworthian was going into print, we received 
the sad news of the sudden death of Miss Mary Kimball, a 
1906 graduate of Dilworth Hall, and a sister of Louise Kim- 
ball, our editor-in-chief. The Dilworthian extends sincerest 
sympathy to her friends and family. 



"The Latest News" — "Examinations!" 

Miss S. insists that there are 34 days in March. 

Miss D. has forgotten all her French since vacation for 
she translates I am — J 'ai sui. 

Wonders will never cease to happen! The Dilworth 
Hall girls finished all their dances at the Christmas Dance. 

"The Train" and "The Hobbles" certainly made a hit 
at the Christmas Dance. 

What can be the matter with the Latin students? At the 
first of the year they knew their lessons perfectly — but now — 

Miss M's "thees" and "thys" have suddenly taken wings 
and have flown away. 

Cheer up girls, the worst is over — examinations. 


Love is the only intoxication against which there is no 
prohibition movement. 

Love and a fire 

They're easily lit, 
But to keep either 

Add Wood to it. 

'Tis easy enough to be pleasant 
When the regular work flows along, 
But the girl worth while 
Is the girl who will smile 
When examinations come along. 

Mr. S. — " What's your head for?" 
"To wear my hat on, of course." 

Ask Miss Woods what to do in French when you have 
"some good meat in the book." 

Yesterday night I had a beautiful time. 

D. H. Ill is proud of its inventor, Miss Feuchtinger, who 
has invented a new way of speaking — through her hat. 

I wonder what the awful noise was on the fire escapes, 
November sixteenth, about ten P. M. 

German Remarks: 

Miss R. Z. — Why, I thought Teufel was the name of a 

Miss R. Z. again — Sind Sie jamais bei mihi gewesen? 

Miss M. — Die hostes sind — 

Miss R. D. (translating) — My herd of horses and my 
troop of cattle. 

Miss H. H. (translating) — He will never hear the hen 
crowing again. (Let us hope not.) 


French Remarks : 

French I-b certainly should hear Bernardt. They are 
such experts ( ?) in translating French by sound. 

Miss H. H. — It was fifty-five minutes to twelve. (So near 
and yet so far.) 

Miss L— Oh, I left out the best man in that sentence. 
(Where are your thoughts, Miss L.?) 

History Remarks : 

Miss H— At that time Malory's "Morte de Arthur" and 
Chaucer's "Pilgrim's Progress" were written. 

Miss Iv. — Why Margaret Beauford was the son of John of 

Remarks Anywhere : 

Faculty in General— Sh ! Sh ! Sh ! 

Miss McNeil seems to approve of Tech as an educational 
center. She says she is having a glorious good time. 

Can girls keep secrets? Negative proof: Ask the third 
year girls what the fourth years' play is. Most any of them 
can tell you. 

Oh ye split hobble skirts ! 

"Reconciliation," a play in four acts — so far. All star 
cast including Miss H. H. and Miss F. L,. 

A third year gave Miss Lovejoy a "Pony" for Christmas. 
Now, why do you suppose she did that? 

The four years would make such bea-u-tiful lawyers if 
they were only men ! What wasted argumentive genius ! 

Mercy on us ! And are the third years having cases again ! 

No old maids in China! Who is not going to China? 

Margaret Free, a former D. H. girl is now one of the edi- 
tors of the High School Journal. 

Miss Campbell, the honorary member of D. H. Ill, enter- 
tained the members of that class at a tea on December four- 


Poor Noeline must have been born under an unlucky 
star; she sprained her only good ankle, playing basket ball. 

R. Z. in French — "I used to was." 

Some think it (?) is Madame. 

Have you heard the melodious sounds issuing from the 
reception room in the evenings? 

Notice the concentrated knee action in the afternoon 
German class. 

I wonder why the lunch room is so popular for Mary 

Ask Mrs. A. who were "the late dancers"? 

Important Notice — Mary Jane had her hair up at the 
Christmas Dance. 

Girls ! — Practice basketball ! The Dilworth Hall team is 
soon to be chosen and I know every girl wants to be on the 

Have you noticed Miss Schoenick and "The Preacher" 
these days? 

"I can't do this German" is the cry heard from the Third 

Teacher — Miss G., please compare good. 
Miss G. — Good — gooder — goodest. 

How is "Frizzy Izzy"? 

Ask R. Z. what the privileges of a "L,egal" holiday are. 


"The Memories of School Girls": 
Past — A joyous vacation that has gone by. 
Present — Lessons, lessons, everywhere but not a vacation 

Future — The joys of the Easter vacation to come. 

In French Class — 

Miss Lappe (correcting a sentence) — She left out "the 
best man." 

The Latest Fad in Study Hall — changing seats! 

Talking about cake ! Did you have some of Clara 

A little girl who had been repeatedly sent home from 
school to get her tablet, returned, as usual, without it, on the 
third morning. When asked by the teacher why she had not 
brought it, the child said, "Please ma'am, mother said to tell 
you not to send me home again, because she hasn't any more 
pills. She gave me the last one the doctor left." 

Cupid's Wiles 

A handsome young man — 

Proper training, 
Meets a beautiful maid 

And it's raining; 
Dan Cupid nearby 
Has an umbrella that's dry — 
The two now together are sailing. 

O. M. D. 



Ten Dilworth Hall Girls singing ragtime; 

One had to take gym, and then there were nine. 

Nine Dilworth Hall Girls learning how to skate ; 

The teacher caught one playing hook, and then there were 

Eight Dilworth Hall Girls talking of expression ; 
One lost her voice, and then there were seven. 
Seven Dilworth Hall Girls playing chopsticks ; 
One went to German class, and then there were six. 
Six Dilworth Hall Girls learning how to dive ; 
One got her foot wet, and then there were five. 
Five Dilworth Hall Girls went to the store ; 
One ate so much candy that now there are four. 
Four Dilworth Hall Girls constructing Geometry ; 
One curved an angle, and then there were three. 
Three Dilworth Hall Girls studying a language new; 
One said parlez-vous, and then theie were two. 
Two Dilworth Hall Girls having lots of fun ; 
One laughed too much, and then there was one. 
One Dilworth Hall Girl dreaming all alone; 
She got married, and then there was none. 

Dorothy Steinmacher. 

Miss Campbell says to make a rhyme, 

But deary me, I haven't time 

To sit me down, take pen in hand, 

When I'm the busiest girl in all the land. 

In fact I really do not know 

A single thing to write about. 

Of rain or hail or sleet or snow, 

And so I guess she'll have to do without. 

Dorothy Steinmacher. 



The Dilworthian Acknowledges the receipt of "The Glee- 
man" and "The Scroll." 

"The Gleeman" is a very interesting paper. The cuts are 
especially expressive. 

"The Scroll" is a most entertaining paper and the de- 
partment "Etiquette" is especially to be enjoyed. 

"The Dilworthian" will be very glad to have the 
"Academe" among its exchanges. Its literary department is 
splendid and an enthusiastic school spirit is shown through- 
out the paper. 

"The Dilworthian" is very glad to exchange with the 
"Miscellany." Some of your sketches are very good. 



SPRING, 1911 



Published by the Students of 


The Preparatory School of 


VOL. IV SPRING, 1911 No. 3 

Louise Kimball, '11, 
Josephine Feuchtinger, '12, Virginia Wright, '11, 

Helen McClelland, '13, Helen Schoenick, '13. 

Edith Semmerlock, '14 Katherine Jones, '14 

Business Manager Annie Davison, '12 

Faculty Member Emma M. Campbell 

Rhea Fischer, '12, Edith Semmelrock, '14. 

Mary Robb, '13, Dorothy Steinmacher, '13, 

The Dilworthian is published four times a year by the students of 
Dilworth Hall. Each of the four classes is financially responsible for 
one issue of the Dilworthian. 

Contributions are solicited from all departments and from all 
former students. 

Literary communications should be given to the Editor-in-Chief. 

Business communications should be addressed to the Business 

The Dilworthian is 25 cents a copy. 


Sonnet to Spring Grace Taggart, '13 3 

Mother Harriet Haskell, '12 3 

An Aeroplane Ride Helen Grove, '12 5 

The First Presentation of "She Stoops to Con- 
quer" Agnes Dorman, '13 6 

Her Only Son E. Dietz, '12 8 

Sketches — 

Bob Beatrice Brunt, '14 11 

The Death of the Den Marion W. Cummins 12 

The First Spring Helen Nicholson, '13 13 

Courting in Mexico Kit Roller, '14 13 

A Lucky Spill Ruth Smith, '14 14 

An Escaped Lioness Margaret Wikoff, 14 14 

Before the Play 15 

After the Play 16 

Editorial 18 

Tardiness 18 

May Day 18 

Alumnae Notes 19 

School News 21 

Faculty Play 21 

Athletic News 24 

Among the Girls 26 

Exchanges 28 




HE world lies still, transfixed by beauty's 

When winter, cold and cruel, waves farewell, 
And Mother Nature sends her sweet alarms 
O'er all the world, its pleasures to foretell. 
In every wooded dell and shaded nook 
Through deep ravines and caverns, dark and 

Where secretly and softly flows the brook, 
Each year the joyous message is retold. 
Welcome, sweet Spring, to this dark world of ours, 
And brighten it with all your magic arts — 
The sweetly singing birds and budding flowers 
Which bring good cheer to all our saddened hearts 
We welcome you with pleadings strange to see — 
That ever true and faithful you may be ! 

Grace Taggart, '13. 


A south wind blew gently, vaguely, over the land of Be- 
fore, stirring, as it came, the colorless Sea of Waiting. Away 
over the sea shone the gorgeous brillance of the Land of 
Life, sending far into the heavens its rose-colored reflections. 


On the shore of the Land of Before limp flowers of blue and 
gray and dull green grew, but did not live, were seen, but 
had no perfume. 

Two maidens walked among the flowers, tall and slender. 
Their gray gowns were blown gently by the wind, as they 
stooped to pick the colorless things at their feet. Often they 
buried their faces in the clusters in their hands, and breathed 
deeply, but then raised them again wistfully, unrefreshed. 
They were beautiful flower-like faces, framed in masses of pur- 
ple-black hair, and their eyes were big and dreamy, but vague, 
and unfeeling, except when they looked at each other, and 
then a world of light and longing spoke from them, for they 
loved greatly. On the smooth white forehead of each a pearl 
was bound, and around each neck hung a string of the same 
creamy stones. The smaller and weaker of the two maidens 
was the first to speak, in a soft low voice. 

"Sweetheart, if you were first to go, far out there into 
Life, what should I do here without you?" 

The stronger maiden folded the other in her arms, and 
stroked her hair gently. "Cease to worry, dearest, my own, 
all will come right, and perchance, we may go together into 
this unknown, brilliant land." 

"But, if we don't, how can we know each other, and it 
is so great over there." 

"We shall use a word, and that will show us to ourselves — 
Mother. Let us choose that" 

"What does it mean?" 

"I don't know, but it must be something wonderful, and 
kind and loving, 'mother,' say it, dearest my own, is it not 

But instead, the weaker maiden cried out shrilly — "Your 
gown, your jewels, are red, red as Life, and you must go there, 
and I still pale must stay here, alone. Remember, 'mother 

In a corner of a big, rambly rose garden a mother was 
teaching her little girl how to talk. "Now, dearest of mine, 
call me. Say 'mother,' precious." 


And as the baby lips spoke clearly and softly, both pairs 
of eyes looked deep into the others and smiled for a moment 
in perfect understanding and love. 

Harriet Haskell, '12. 


"Have you ever been in an aeroplane? Well you certain- 
ly have missed it. Don't say "no" if you get a chance to go. 
Oh, Lois its the most exciting, thrilling thing to do, and then 
Jack is such an expert driver, you feel quite safe." 

Dorothy Griscom and Jack Armstrong Drexel were good 
chums, and when he had taken up aeroplaning, she joined in 
his enthusiasm as she had done when they were children. 

He was the son of a multi-millionaire and she was the 
daughter of a wealthy banker. Jack didn't have much to do, 
so took to sudden whims. First, it was racing in the best 
and fastest machine that money could buy, but his mother 
felt so nervous every time he tried for the "Vanderbuilt Cup" 
that he gave it up. Now it was thet newest craze of the time — 
the exciting pleasure of flying. 

He had planned and constructed his biplane in a well- 
fitted workshop, where Dorothy came often to see how he got 
along, and when the big day came to take the "little bird" out 
of its house, she christined it. 

Their outfiits were of the latest cut, direct from Paris. 
He wore a dark brown leather suit, high leather leggins, and 
a brown cap with goggles. Dorothy had a plum colored satin 
suit, made with the pantaloon skirt, little suede boots to match, 
and a sweet cap with rosetts, and streamers which tied under 
her chin. 

It was about the first of May when the biplane was com- 
pleted, and Dorothy and Jack prepared to make the first trip 

The big monster slid smoothly along the shiny track and 
glided into the open air. It rose slowly until they were twelve 
hundred feet above the ground. They then started across 
the green fields towards Philadelphia. The buildings looked 


like toy houses and the people only little black pins moving 
along. Broad street lay like a smooth white ribbon, with 
Market street crossing it, a ribbon with embroidered black 
dots, made by people and wagons. 

On and on they flew, crossing the broad Delaware and 
next came the blue ocean with Atlantic City's hotels shining 
in the sunlight. All the sky was blue ahead, but when they 
turned to go home, they saw a heavy cloud through which 
they had to go. A snappy breeze sprang up and Jack let the 
biplane down a few feet. The cloud, evidently full of rain, 
was approaching rapidly. It was too big to go around and 
Jack didn't think Dorothy could stand the rarefied air, if he 
went over it. The only thing to do was to turn around and 
race it to Atlantic City. Telling Dorothy to sit still and hold 
tight, Jack swung his biplane around in a sickening circle. 
The cloud was gaining rapidly, but by throwing out some sand 
and putting on the emergency speed, he got ahead. 

Dorothy's hair was blowing in her face, her eyes were 
open as wide as saucers, and her breath was coming quickly 
in little short gasps. 

Still the biplane went on, faster and faster. If the engines 
would only hold out! 

Now the marshes were past and the hotel a few squares 
away. Jack swung the biplane down to the beach and just 
as they landed, the drops of rain came pattering down. They 
had won! Helen Grove, '12. 


Since we have witnessed a very successful presentation 
of Goldsmith's play by Dilworth Hall Fourth, perhaps it would 
be interesting to look back for a moment to the first present- 
ation of this comedy. 

After a severe illness in the summer of 1772 and a 
career of social dissipation Goldsmith found his pecuniary dif- 
ficulties increasing. It was in these circumstances that "She 
Stoops to Conquer" was written and produced. The copy- 


right of the play was advanced to Mr. Newberry, the book- 
seller, in payment of a previous account. At this time Gold- 
smith said of the comedy, which afterwards turned out to be 
a golden speculation to the bookseller, "There are great doubts 
of its success." 

The play had long been written, however, and the theat- 
rical season was almost over before Goldsmith was able to 
get it on the stage. Coleman, the manager of Covent Gar- 
den, to whom it had been given, expressed grave doubts as to 
its success and held it back for many weeks. Goldsmith 
wrote him a letter entreating him to produce the play, but 
Coleman sent the manuscript back with the leaves scored with 
many comments and suggested alterations. The author then 
sent it to Garrick, the proprietor of Drury Lane Theater. At 
this point, Dr. Samuel Johnson, one of Goldsmith's staunchest 
friends, interfered and took it back to Covent Garden. Cole- 
man was at last persuaded to bring the play foreward, al- 
though he did so with many evil forebodings, saying that it 
would never reach a second presentation. He condemned the 
play in every way ; refused to risk any expense on new scen- 
ery or costumes, and the leading actors refused to take parts. 
Irving said, "Never did the play of a popular writer struggle 
into existence through more difficulties." 

The time for the first presentation was at hand before a 
title for the play was decided upon. Goldsmith's friends, who 
took a great interest in the success of the play, suggested sev- 
eral titles, but "The Mistakes of a Night" to which Goldsmith 
prefixed the words "She Stoops to Conquer," was the one at 
length decided upon. 

When the time came for the first performance, March 15, 
1773, Goldsmith's friends mustered under Johnson, decided to 
give the play a successful launching upon the town. They 
proceeded in good time to the theater and anxiously awaited 
the drawing of the curtain. They stationed themselves at dif- 
ferent parts of the theater for the purpose of leading the ap- 
plause. Johnson took a conspicuous seat in the front of a side 
box and Adam Drummond, a kind and ingenous friend, with 
a most sonorous and contagious laugh, was stationed in an 
upper box almost over the stage. Drummond, however, lacked 


proper judgment of the time to burst forth with his laughter 
and as the play went on he found a joke in almost everything 
that was said, till finally the progress of the play seemed likely 
to become a secondary object. 

In the meantime, poor Goldsmith was found by a friend, 
wandering despairingly in St. James' Park. It was with dif- 
ficulty he was persuaded to go to the theater. He did not ar- 
rive until the last act. But when at last the play was over, de- 
spite the evil forebodings of Coleman and the sad fears of 
Goldsmith, it was pronounced a triumphant success, and it is 
the only play of its time that successfully survived and is still 
produced. Agnes Dorman, '13. 


Mrs. Merrill stood in the kitchen frying potatoes for sup- 
per. The kitchen door stood open and the crimson glow of 
the setting sun shone in upon the neat little room. Mr. Mer- 
rill came in and hung his old straw hat behind the door. He 
looked hot and tired and his long white hair was tumbled. 
He sat down almost exhausted, and asked his wife if the meal 
were ready. 

"Yes, father, you sit right here and I'll bring the things. 
You look so tired this evening. I'm afraid you're getting too 
old to do all the farm work. If only William would come 
home," and she sighed. 

"You haven't taken the things up yet, so I will go and 

"Haven't you milked yet, father?" 

"No, I thought I had done all the chores, but I forgot 
I hadn't milked." 

So he put on his hat and took the milk pail from the table 
and went out. Mrs. Merrill went to the door with him and 
watched his tottering form, as he walked down the lane to the 

She returned to stir the potatoes, then went out to skim 
the milk. She skimmed three pans and yet her husband had 
not returned. She went to the steps and looked over to the 
barnyard. She saw him sitting- near the door leaning up 


against it. The cow was standing by his side. It was get- 
ting dusk and she could not see him very distinctly, so she 
called him, but, receiving no answer, she went out to him and 
spoke. The cow turned her head, but the man remained mo- 
tionless, his old hat covering his face. 

"Father," she cried ; "Father. He's dead ! What shall I do !" 

She 'turned to the house, took her bonnet and went across 
the road to Mrs. James. The children were playing in the 
yard, but she passed them by calling for their mother. Mrs. 
James and her husband came back with the old lady to help 
her in her distress. 

Again her thoughts turned to her only child and what a 
help and comfort he would be to her now ! Would he come if 
she asked him? He had not been home for several years, 
since his marriage to Anne Roland. His father disliked Anne 
and had not forgiven his son for his actions. And William 
had acted so hard, but surely he would change when he heard 
the sad news. Mrs. Merrill decided to go to him ; so she put 
on her bonnet and little shawl and turned sadly down the 
road, her feeble, bent form walking slowly. Half a mile down 
the road she came to a little green house and hesitatingly she 
went to the door. It was opened by a tall young man. 
"Mother," he cried in a harsh voice, "what brings you here?" 

He noticed the wrinkled, but kind old face as she slowly 
told him of the death of his father and asked him to come with 
her. Telling his wife where he was going, he took his hat 
and (mother and son turned up the dusty road. 

That night William and Mrs. James stayed with the old 
lady. The next morning he told his mother that he must go, 
but would come that night. But later in the day he sent his 
hired man to say that he could not come and the man stayed 
to do the work. 

Kind friends came to prepare the house for the funeral. 
When everybody had gone and the house was still, Mrs. Mer- 
rill, with her shawl about her sat down by an open window. 
The cool, evening breeze blew in upon her, and birds flew by, 
seemingly as if to comfort the lonely heart. 

"Seems as if I can't get used to it," she said. "And father 
did not forgive William before he died, but I am sure he still 



loved the boy. If only he would come to comfort me in my 
last days." 

Thus she sat until the bright rays of the morning light 
fell in upon her and she was aroused by voices at the door. 
The neighbors had come to help her before the funeral. Slowly 
the morning passed by and the minister, with other friends, 
came to the funeral. But William was not among them. She 
asked the minister to wait. Half an hour went by and the 
service began. 

That evening she sat on the doorstep anxiously looking 
down the road. Suddenly she recognized a familiar figure 
coming toward the gate, and she rose, trembling; but he 
passed on. Brokenhearted she went into the lonely house. 

Two hours later, the same figure came down the road 
again, and, as he passed the little cottage, with the dim light 
beckoning to him from the little window, he thought of those 
happy days when he had driven the cows up the lane at dusk 
and had seen the same light from the small window. He 
gazed for a moment, silently, then opened the gate and 
walked toward the dim, but welcoming light. 

E. Dtatz, '12. 





told him, and I also knew that he loved me, 
although he never told me so, but from his 
very acts of endearment, such as a slight 
pressure on the arm, and the look from his 
beautiful dark eyes, I found it out. I had 
known him from his birth, for he was 
brought up in the same neighborhood that 
I was. With all, he had not once forgotten himself, in 
fact one meets faults and failings everywhere, but with him 
it was different. Noble, majestic in carriage, one could see 
by his actions that the blood that flowed in his veins was the 
very best. With these lovely ways and his noble birth he 
was always gentle and patient with me. 

He and I made many trips together over hills, through 
the woods, and along the river side. Well, do I remember the 
day we had gone down to the beach and, spying some rocks 


in the distance, I left him and in a moment was walking rapid- 
ly towards them? On reaching them, I sat down and fell to 
thinking. When I happened to look up from my reveries, 
I was surprised to find that the tide had come in and the rocks 
were surrounded by water. I was dumb with terror. The 
waves dash high, throwing cold sprays on me, and causing 
cold shivers to run down my back. The water grew deeper 
and deeper until I was thoroughly wet. I hoped the tide would 
go out but, instead, it covered the rocks. In despair, I called 
to Bob. He came to me on the run and when I had crawled 
upon his back he turned towards shore ; but he had much 
trouble carrying me as he had to swim through the deep 
water. At last we reached the shore and rode rapidly for 
home. When we reached the house, I turned my faithful 
horse over to the stable-boy with a loving pat and then went 
to change my clothes. Beatrice Brunt, '14. 

Wherefore the grief of the Fourth Year Class, 
Why do we wail and imoan? 
The den is gone. Alack! Alas! 
Our hearts are turned to stone ! 

No more we feast in regal style — 
Disport ourselves with ease! 
No more we jest ! No more we smile ! 
Our souls despair doth seize. 

Why did we joke? Wny did we laugh ? 
Sounding the den's death knell : 
O ye who youthful pleasures quaff, 
This riddle to me tell ! 

And so farewell, dear den, farewell, 
You belong with the past, 
Our love for you no tongue can tell, 
You were "too good to last." 

Marion W. Cummins. 


The train gave a wierd scream and stopped with a long The First 
shudder. The door of the dusty day-coach opened and the D ayg 9 
conductor stuck his head in and wearily yelled, P-itts-bur-gh, 
in his harsh voice. There was the general bustle and hurry of 
the passengers, men, with their morning papers and a monot- 
onous, bored expression ; stenographers and book keepers, 
with tired, lazy spring-fever looks on their faces ; a woman 
with a crying baby coming to town for first spring shopping. 
The poor mother seemed worn out. The baby yawned, gave a 
hopeless look around and then settled down again for a hard 
cry. Italians, with red shawls and countless bundles, strag- 
gled past. Now and then came a prim old maid with her 
purse and umbrella clutched tightly in her hand. But even 
she showed the effects of the first few spring days, for her hat 
was slightly on one side because she had rested her head 
wearily on the back of the next seat and she had a slight 
smudge on the end of her nose. The crowd pushed on in its 
slow, sleepy way. On and on it went into the great city 
where each did his or her duties between yawns and blinks. 

Helen Nicholson, '13. 

After a Spanish girl of the higher class has met a young Courting 
man that she thinks she would like to have for her husband, 
their courting begins. The man walks back and forth in front 
of her window for a month without seeing the girl. The win- 
dow is up very high and has a little porch with an iron fence 
around it. The second month the girl comes out on the porch 
and bids the young man the time of day. The third month she 
is allowed to carry on a conversation with 'him from this porch, 
but is not allowed to go out with him. The fourth -month he 
writes her a letter and she returns it without opening it. The 
fifth month ihe writes another letter and she opens it, but does 
not answer it. On the sixth month he writes the third letter 
and she reads it and answers it. If she thinks she would like 
to marry him her father asks the young man to the house for 
a meal and they are engaged and are allowed to go out to- 


gether. After they are married the girl's husband is to keep 
her father, mother, brothers and sisters. 

Kit Rolfler, '14. 

The day was sunny, and clear, and bright 

Jenifer was bound she wouldn't recite. 

So to the class room some ink and a pen she took, 

Intending to copy from her Latin book. 

And as she leaned over, a note to receive, 

She spilled her ink and some splashed on her sleeve. 

There was ink on her dress and ink on the floor 

Her neighbors got their share and maybe more. 

"I've spilled any ink," the innocent Jenifer cried, 

And out of the room she quickly hied. 

To wash out the ink was no easy task, 

For Jenifer failed to return to her class. 

When we met her again in the lower hall, 

She declared that the ink wouldn't come out at all. 

Ruth Smith/14. 


One evening father told me of a time when he had spent 
a week with Sells Brothers' Circus. He knew both the Sells, 
and as they had asked him to go with them, he decided to go, 
as this trip was to be down into Kentucky and back, a week's 

The first two days, he said all went well. On the third 
day the circus was to show at a small town in southern Ken- 
tucky. As early as one o'clock people began to fill the tent, 
and when time to> begin came, the tent was crowded. The 
clowns were doing their funniest stunts when Frank Sells 
came up to me and said, "The lioness is loose ! I have set out 
armed men after her, but they have come back with no news, 
I will tell the people in the tent to go home and look out for 
the lioness." When he told of the escape, the people at once 
began to scatter, most of the farmers having firearms. Then 


Frank Sells made arrangements for the circus and a number 
of farmers volunteered to help with the search for the lioness. 
Counting circus men, farmers and all, about thirty of us, for of 
course I went, started out heavily armed. We searched for 
almost two days, some of us driving along in a wagon on 
on which was the cage of the lioness, while the others scoured 
the brush. When we had almost given up 'hope, suddenly we 
saw our lioness being led down the road by a small boy. Has- 
tily the circus men ran forward as the boy said, "Be this your 
dorg? He's been at our house fer nig f h two days, and he's the 
playfullest dorg dad and ime ever see." Before he had ceased 
speaking the men had put the lioness in the cage in the back of 
the wagon. The small boy went off rather frightened, but not 
realizing his danger. Margaret Wikoff, '14. 


Up in Madame De Valley's class room sat or stood the all- 
star caste for that long-looked forward to and now rapidly ap- 
proaching class play, "She Stoops to Conquer," in which the 
fourth year class made its really, truly bow as splendid actress- 
es. Thanks to their former training and experience little or no 
trepidity, vulgarly called "stage fright" was displayed and 
"Stingo" garbed like a first-class butcher calmly discussed 
"make up" with 'haughty "Young Marlowe," while "Tony 
Lumpkin" 'hobnobbed in friendly fashion with "Miss Hard- 
castle." Court trains swis'hed gaily through the halls to and 
from the dressing rooms, while now and then squeals of femi- 
nine delight issued from manly looking creatures over the 
latest installments of flowers. Looking around, not a face 
showed timidity and the giggling and posing in the library 
when the picture was being taken was with whole souled 

However, when they had run through the halls and 
around the dark building to the stage entrance, there were no 
unnecessary remarks and despite valiant endeavors at self- 
control, each girl's heart went just a trifle more rapidly and a 
great many hitherto well behaving knee-caps loosened up 
quite unexpectedly. 


Long before a quarter past eight, the hour set for the play, 
the chapel was crowded to the farthest corners not only with 
proud and anxious parents who would not draw an easy 
breath until the final curtain fell, but also with the admiring 
friends and "devoted suitors," whose flowers had elicited the 
joyous exclamations above stairs all evening. Closer and clos- 
er the crowds were packed until finally they were standing all 
around the walls and back even to the Study Hall doors. Im- 
patience was beginning to .make itself manifest when at last 
the lights went down, the footlights flamed up and the awe- 
inspiring curtain was swept aside. 


It was all over. Dilworth Hall, 'n had scored a triumph 
and enacted its Class Play with splendid spirit and success. 
Indeed there was no doubt that it was a success. From every 
side came congratulations and complimets enough to turn the 
'heads of all the girls, but of course they deserved them ! The 
mishaps and accidents common to amateur theatricals had 
only served to heighten the enjoyment and render the play 
more entertaining. The whole school is proud of its players 
and it will be many a day before the memory of its mirth- 
producing scenes will fade to the background and the charac- 
ters in "She Stoops to Conquer," resume their every-day as- 
pect, without the glamour of the footlights ! 

L. L. K., 'ii. 
Cast of Characters. 

Sir Charles Marlow Noeline Hickson 

Young Marlow Jane Roenigk 

Hardcastle ■ Virginia Wright 

Tony Lumpkin Jean McCrory 

Hastings. .,. ., Marion Cummins 

Stingo (Landlord) Ruth Tomb 

Simon Virginia Keenan 

Ralph « i Annie Davison 

_- ** ,, ' ". ' y Rachel Donovan 

Mat Muggins 



Tom Twist .......... 1 Mildred Nicholls 

Jack Slang Annie Davison 

Aminadab Virginia Keenan 

Jeremy . . . 1 , Lena Feuchtinger 

Miss Hardcastle ...... Amelia Donovan 

Miss Neville Annie Smith 

Maid Isabel Reiter 

Mrs. Hardcastle Gertrude Van Osten 





EING late and cutting are very great tempta- 
tions at this time of the year. It is hardly 
worth while however, when you cannot have 
an excuse, unless you have been to a "wed- 
ding or a funeral." And just think of the ex- 
aminations coming. Girls, let's be on time 
and surprise everybody. 


The crowning of the May queen with the accompanying 
ceremonies on our college campus is probably the prettiest 
out-door party of the year in Pittsburgh, and attracts more in- 
terest than any other event of our school. May 20 is the day 
set for the May party this year. Miss Harriet Haskel, Dil- 
worth Hall Third, has been chosen May queen and with her 
court of pretty attendants will do honor to the school. The 
natural amphitheater east of Woodland Hall, is to be used for 
the ceremonies. Besides the crowning of the queen and the 
winding of the Maypoles, there is to be a beautiful pageant 
representing the awakening of the flowers. Girls, let us make 


it the prettiest, most attractive May Day we have ever had, 
and do prevail upon the weather man to give us a fine day. 

K. J. '14. 

The Dilworthian noted with much pleasure the interest 
and loyalty manifested at the Dil worth Hall alumnae mass 
meeting. It was good to know that the intention is to make 
this not only a social, but a working organization. Some very 
practical suggestions were made as to how the association 
could help the school. One that particularly pleased the edi- 
tor was that the alumnae take an interest in The Dilworthian. 
In accordance with this expression The Dilworthian has es- 
tablished an Alumnae Department and solicits contributions 
of news and literary articles, and the editors would gladly 
welcome an alumnae editor chosen from the association. They 
also would like to suggest that a prize for the best literary arti- 
cle published in The Dilworthian each school year would 
stimulate interest among the students. The other suggestion 
made at the meeting was to beautify Miss Brown lee's class 
room. This seems especially fitting as it is the class room 
most exposed to the public and the one where all the class 
meetings and Dil worth Hall Faculty meetings are held, apart 
from the better reason that the Dil worth Hall Alumnae 
would find it a pleasure to do anything that would show some 
appreciation of the loyal, faithful principal of Dil worth Hall. 


I N MARCH twenty-eighth a mass meeting of 
the Alumnae of Dilworth Hall was held in 
the drawing rooms. Representatives of 
most of the classes since 1900 were present. 
Miss Hazel Hickson presided and Miss Ade- 
line Colebrook acted as secretary. The pur- 
pose of the meeting was to decide whether 
or not a permanent organization should be effected. The large 
number present and the enthusiasm with which the proposi- 
tion was received, settled the question at once, and a meet- 
ing was arranged for June seventh. Miss Irene Steifel, Miss 


Nell Van Tine and Miss Nell Parrish were appointed to draw 
up a constitution which should be presented at that meeting. 
All graduates and former students of Dilworth Hall are in- 
vited to be present at the June (meeting. 

Miss Juanita Husband, class 1909 of Dlilworth Hall, who- 
is at home from Vassar on account of ill health, visited her 
many friends at P. C. W. on February 11. 

Miss Ruth Pepperday, Dilworth Hall 1909, took the lead- 
ing part in the Sophomore Play at Wellesley this winter. The 
play was "She Stoops to Conquer." 

Miss Eunice Graham, Dilworth Hall 1910, writes from, 
National Park Seminary that she is well and happy and is, 
studying ihard(?). 

Miss Marie Wiess, Dilworth Hall 1909, was present at 
chapel exercises and visited some of the classes on March 16. 
Come again, Marie. 

Miss Rose Thalheimer, formerly a Dilworth Hall student, 
was married in January to Dr. Weiss, of Bradford, Pa. 

Born December 11, 1910, to Mr. and Mrs. Arthur William- 
son, of Merion, Pa., a daughter, Elaine Lewis Williamson, 
Mrs. Williamson was Miss Vera Lewis of the Class of 1908, 
Dilworth Hall. 

Born March 4, 191 1 to Mr. and Mrs. Robert Leyda, of 
Spokane, Wash., a son, Robert Thomas Leyda. Mrs. Leyda 
was Miss Lulu Thomas, a former student of Dilworth Hall. 

Miss Elizabeth Yagle, Dilworth Hall 1910, who is now a 
student at the Margaret Morrison School made the design 
which has been chosen to embroider a fine linen table cover 
for Mr. and Mrs. Carnegie. 

Miss Irene Dixon, a former Dilworth Hall girl was mar- 
ried to Mr. John C. Ralston on April 12th. 


Miss Jeanette Roenigk of the class of 1910 Dilworth Hall, 
took dinner at the college March 30th. Miss Roenigk is a 
Freshman in Vassar. 

The local newspapers announce the wedding of Miss 
Isabella Barbour, a graduate of Dilworth Hall, class of '07, to 
Mr. Paul D. Hutchinson, on April 6th. 


The Dilworthian wishes to express its sympathy to Mrs. 
Armstrong, whose brother, Mr. Hugli Boale, of Vandergrift, 
Pa., died at Albuquerque, New Mexico, March 5th. Mrs. 
Armstrong is seeking to regain health and strength in North. 

The Dilworthian makes the sad announcement of the 
death on March 8th, of the Reverend Stuart, who had been as- 
sociated with the college for three years as an instructor in 
History and Bible. 

Miss Brownson is seeking 'health at Clifton Springs, N. Y. 


Probably no play of the year has been more enthusiastic- 
ally received than "His Lordship," presented by the Faculty, 
the nigtfrt of the valentine dinner, for the entertainment of the 
boarders and the Senior classes of both schools. There was 
an all star caste, and those who were privileged to be pres- 
ent, say they would not 'have missed it for the world. The 
prologue, with which the manager introduced the company, 
will suggest, but not reveal, to the public, how tihe Faculty 
gratified their love of folly. 

"A little nonsense now and then 

Is relished by the best of men." 

And even teachers, grave and stern 

'Tis Cupid's night, time to be jolly 

Can, now and then, a joke discern, 


And gratify our love of folly. 

When most of us our way did wend, 

The Christmas days at home to spend 

One of our number stayed at College 

And got romance mixed up with knowledge. 

The faculty for quite three days 

Had all the students in a haze, 

Tihen could no more the secret keep 

And someone's lips it did o'er leap. 

But here's another secret still, 

And this one none of you must tell. 

Another friend, guess if you can, 

Went sighing soft, "O for a man !" 

In other hearts the sighs resound 

Until through all the buildings round 

An undertone of sighing ran 

"O for a man !" "O for a man !" 

In the dean's room was 'heard the wail ; 

Danger to see, she could not fail ; 

What can be done in all the fuss, 

When teachers take to acting thus ; 

Then, happy thought, "O do< riot fear, 

St. Valentine will soon be here ; 

And on that day, his aid you'll ask 

To help you in this awful task. 

Cupid shall give you ten new darts; 

Quick aim them at ten love-sick hearts. 

Five lovers fond shall straight appear 

And find sweethearts waiting here. 

For each, her own romantic kind, 

For lovers all, one to his mind." 

How they'll be found I will not say, 

You all can see in your own way, 

Modest and shy, dull, sharp and bold, 

Each has his own tale to unfold ; 

They form tonight a cast all-star, 

You'll know at once just who they are. 

Sarah divine and Ed and Dave 

Have come for you to o'er them rave. 



And John and Bob and Jack are here 

And Fritzi bright and Ethel dear; 

Nazi-mova and Billie too, 

Applause and homage ask from you. 

Forgive, I beg, each foolish dream 

And think them now quite what they seem. 

On Monday morn, it all will pass ; 

They'll meet you once again in class ; 

But if they wear romatic smiles, 

And seem yet caught by Cupid's wiles, 

Recall Mid Year and, if you can, 

How you felt, waiting for a man, 

And pity those who wait and wait 

Until the day when kindly Fate, 

ShaLl in your hearts bright youth renew, 

And bring us all a lover true. 

These I present; my task is done; 

Judge kindly all, it's only "fun." 

Daniel Frohmann. 




The P. C. W. basket ball team went to 
Westminster, Monday, March 13th. They 
played a very good game, although they 
did not win. The score was 24 to 11. 

The Westminster team came to play 
against P. C. W. on March 24th. The game 
was a very close one and ended with a score 

of 19 to 18 in favor of Westminster. 

The Dilworthian Hall 
Athletic Association Meeting 
was held March 14th. It was 
decided that the girls on the 
Dilworth Hall team must play 
three games before they can 
wear the letters. The letters 
are D. H. in Old English style. 
The girls on the class teams 
must also play three games be- 
fore they receive their letters 
which will be blue in a gold 

One of the most exciting 
games of the year was the one 
played on February 14th by D. 
H. and P. C. W. basket ball 
teams. The score was 7 to 13 
in favor of P. C. W. 


Crowded on the window ledge 
With feet dangling o'er the edge 
Watching with interest intense 
Nineteen twelve's quite bold defense. 


Oft the ball that would not stay 
At one end, but kept in play. 
Shouts of Anne! Anne! rent the air 
When, even at the loss of hair, 
The ball went in the basket. 

On the team were many girls 

Some with braids and some with curls 

And many a time the ball they hold 

To keep the honor of the gold. 

All were dressed in middies of white 

And looked quite ready for the fight, 

With heads tied up in kerchiefs red 

The nineteen twelve's were filled with dread 

Lest the ball go in the basket. 

Katherine Jones, '14. 

The first year's are progressing rapidly. They have or- 
ganized a basket ball team which is as follows : 

Captain, Jenifer Lesslie; Forwards, Caroline Rice, Jenifer 
Lesslie Jumping Center, Mabel Graff; Side Center, Agnes 
McAlpine; Guards, Margaret Wikoff, Ruth Smith. 



A St. Patrick's Day tea was given by the 'house students 
of Dilworth Hall on March 16th. The reception room was 
prettily decorated with ferns and green candles. The host- 
esses were Miss Helena Gray, Miss Florence Morrison and 
Miss Edith Semmelrock. 

The fourth years' are particularly fond of butterflies; es- 
pecially of a story called "Die Drie Scbmaterlinge," which 
they would like to dramatize for May Day. 

There was an odd man of Pawtucket, 
Who kept his spare cash in a bucket, 
He had a daughter named Nan 
She ran off with a man, 
And as for the bucket 

Ask M. G. about her dogs that frequently appear in 

Has N. W. turned over a new leaf? She comes to school 
at 8.45 now. 


And while we're talking history 

Let's speak of Betsy Ross, 

She made a flag of bedsticks 

And good tomato sauce. 

She nailed it on a house top, 

And imade the English fly ; 

And so it was it happened — 

On the fourth day of July. J. M. L., '14. 

The latest dance in gym is : "Count 1-2, take two steps 
forward, then count 3-4 and put your heels on your hips." 

Miss L. to 1st Prep: — "Why don't you have an excuse 
instead of a reinstatement?" 

1st Prep: — "Miss D. said she would not give me an ex- 
cuse unless I had been to a funeral or a wedding." 

On February 14th, Miss Brownlee and the girls at her 
table gave a very pretty birthday party for Miss Hooker. 

The same evening the girls at Mrs. Drais' and Miss Love- 
joy's table gave a birthday party for Helena Gray. 

On February 28th, Miss Butterfield and the girls at her 
table gave a party in honor of Miss Duff. 

Were you at the Valentine Diner? It was pretty, deli- 
cious and entertaining. The dining room was decorated with 
red hearts and crepe paper. Each one received a pretty val- 
entine. After dinner the Faculty laid aside their dignity long 
enough to present a drama entitled, "His Lordship," which 
was very entertaining. 

Ask H. H. if she enjoyed her trip to Heinz's and why. 

Why was a new corridor rule made on the third floor? 

What happened in E. S's. room on February fifteenth. 

The first year girls' drawing lessons are certainly practi- 
cal. They have taken to illustrating Whittier's "Snowbound." 


Sammy is my only beau, 

I sent Ihim to the doggie show 

A great big poodle bit him on the toe, 

I think that Sam was pretty slow 

To get bit down so very low. 

Sammy's coat is of the finest sable 

To fight the other dogs he is not able. 

Once he got into a scrap, 

With a great big dog named "Tat," 

Things did not go tit for tat, 

For Sam did run to Where I sat 

And jumped right up into mylap . J. M. L., '14. 


The Exchange Column in "The Collegian" is, without ex- 
ception, the best among our list of exchanges. 

Two exceedingly clever little jingles among the "Clip- 
pings" of the "Gleeman," are worthy repeating: 
"Twas in a restaurant they met, 
Romeo and Juliet; 
'Twas there he first got into debt, 
For Rome — od what Juli — et !" 

A freshie stood on the burning deck, 
As far as we can learn — j 
He stood in perfect safety — 
He was too green to burn." 

A singularly appropriate verse for any school magazine 
is found among the exchanges of the "Pittsburgh High School 
Journal," for January: 

"The one who thinks these jokes are poor 
Would straightway change his views 
Could he compare the jokes we print 
With those we do not use." 



A most expressive bit of school life in the "Knox Student" 
conveys the realism of that so-called "happy time of life." 
"A pile of books and some pamphlets 
Long tours to read and think — 
A pen and a ream of paper 
And a gallon or two of ink. 
Then a rush to finish your thesis, 
An exam — and perhaps a C. 
Some of us call it slaving, 
And others Biology III." 

One of the cleverest departments seen in the Exchanges 
was "Wanted" in the Stephenson Seminarian. No doubt a 
list like that would fit into almost any school magazine very 

"A Rude Cradle," in the February issue of the Miscellany 
is a quaint, well written little sketch. The whole literary de- 
partment is quite good. 





Commencement Number 


Published by the Students of 


The Preparatory School of 




Louise Kimball, '11, 
Helen McClelland, '13, Virginia Wright, '11, 

Edith Semmelrock, '14 Helen Schoenick, '13. 

Katherine Jones, '14 

Business Manager Annie Davison, '12 

Faculty Member Emma M. Campbell 

The Dilworthian is published four times a year by Hie students of 
Dilworth Hall. Each of the four classes is financially responsible for 
one issue of the Dilworthian. 

Contributions are solicited from all departments and from all 
former students. 

Literary communications should be given to the Editor-in-Chief. 

Business communications should be addressed to the Business 

The Dilworthian is 2o cents a copy. 


Class Members 3 

Class Song 6 

Program of the Class Luncheon 6 

History of the Class of 1911 7 

Class Poem 9 

Class Will 12 

Class Prophecy 14 

Sketches — 

Ode to the Den 17 

The Death of the Den 17 

The Confession of a Fourth Prep 18 

The Woods 19 

Dilworth Hall Commencement Program 20 

Dilworth Hall Fourth Social Calendar . 20 

Social Events 20 

Commencement Program Pennsylvania College for Women 22 

May Day 23 

The Evening After 23 

Among the Girls 2fi 

Alumnae Notes 33 

Exchanges 34 

Daffydills 35 


Jane Meney Roenigk 

Smasher of all hearts 
made of fragile ma- 

Mary Jane Semple Mc- 

"Mary Jane Semple" 

Our ardent suffra- 

Annie Luella Smith 
Honor Girl. 

Helen Kay Todd 
Our society repre- 

Marion Wallace Cun 
"Meg" — Class Poet 

Gertrude VanOsten 

"Grert" — Our musi- 

T II E Dl L W O R I" II I A N 

Edwina Noeline Hick- 
son — "Hickj^" 

Champion Tennis 

Isabelle Amelia Reiter 
"Izzy"— Class watch. 

Mary Amelia Donovan 
Our Prima Donna. 

Mabel Cynthia Tag- 

Honor girl. 

Francis Noe Thomp- 
son — "Tommy." 
Latin shark. 

Virginia Berger Wright 


Fourth Year Liter- 
ary Editor. 


Margaret Gill Patton 
Martha Jean McCrory "Pat." 


Star actress. 


Olive Prescott 

Loyal Pitt supporter. 

Ruth Watson Tomb 

Pauline Wakefield Mc- 
Junkin — "Polly." 

Louise Lytle Kimball 

Class President. 
Charter member 
and Editor-in- 
Chief of the Dil- 

6 Til E I) I I. W () RT III AN 


Words by Louise Kimball Music by Marion Cummins 

Sung by Dil worth Hall. 

"To the Class that we all love 
Raise your voices high above 
Nineteen 'leven, nineteen 'leven. 
Now to you is homage due. 
May the years no difference make 
Always loyal for your sake 
May we ever stand together 
By the Class that we all love." 

Response by Dilworth Hall. 

"To the school that we all love 

Raise your voices high above 

Dilworth Hall girls, Dilworth Hall girls 

Now to you is homage due. 

May the years no difference make 

Always loyal for your sake 

May we ever stand together 

By the School that we all love. 

Program of the Class Luncheon 

The President, Miss Louise Kimball, Presiding 

Now, my classmates, here assembled 
Since we've gathered all ik en masse" 
Here's the place and now's the moment 
To learn all about our class. 

Through our four years work and pastime 
We've been making History fast 
Though today it's hard to realize 
We're an Ancient History class! 

But for fear that we've forgotten 
All the details through those years 
Let us call the Class Historian 
Who will bring up all arrears — 


Who through constant application 
Mostly in the History Class, 
Has attained the greatest honors 
Miss Smith, tell us of our past. 


The history of the class of 191 1 has been an unusual and 
notable one. This may seem an exaggerated statement but 
facts will show how true it is. One especially distinctive fea- 
ture of our class is that we have taken the initative in so many 
of the affairs of our school. 

Of course the first year was spent in hard work. We 
were for the most part unacquainted and it was in this year we 
formed our friendships, some for years, and some for a lifetime. 
Then, too, it was at this time that we laid the foundations, 
which have since proved so firm and excellent for our future 
work. According to custom we chose an honorarv mem- 
ber, Mrs. Armstrong. During the year she entertained the 
class at a Japanese Tea, and we, in our turn, had what to our 
unsophisticated minds seemed most enjoyable, a picnic on the 
campus. At this Mrs. Armstrong sat on the grass through a 
long picnic-luncheon which we now realize must have been 
endless agony to her. Thus congratulating ourselves that we 
had done our social duty in a most fitting manner our first 
year closed and we found ourselves bearing the proud title, 
"Second Years." 

In the second year of our school life we first displayed our 
ability in the world of dramatics ; and our instructors, who had 
watched our amazing advance in the class room, were without 
doubt astonished at our commendable presentation of "The 
Star-Spangled Banner." Indeed as we trailed "Old Glory" 
back and forth across the crowded stage with all the earnest- 
ness of martial devotees, we have dim recollections of seeing 
faces, as we then supposed convulsed with the suppression 
of tears, but, as we now know, convulsed with the 
suppression of laughter. Our second year English class must 
not be forgotten for it is a bright little spot in our memories. 
I am sure Sir Walter Scott had no more devoted admirers of 


the persistent and courageous hero in his "Lady of the Lake." 
In fact we thought seriously of adopting his well known 
words, "Come one, come all, etc." as our class motto not be- 
cause of the words themselves, but because of the fun that 
lay behind them. 

As is generally the case, our third year was the hardest 
in work and play. Since, as I have said, our class has been 
a leader in its' school affairs, we began this year fittingly by 
having afternoon classes. Hitherto, recitations had closed at 
one o'clock but it seemed to our advantage to make this 
change, and as we allowed nothing to stand in way of our im- 
provement, this plan was adopted. In this connection, with 
all due apologies to Miss Coolidge, we must mention "The 
Petition," the petition for the discontinuance of our Wednes- 
day afternoon Latin class. What would our history be with- 
out it? With what fire and determination we marched to class 
that morning with the one thought "United we stand," 
but wijh what fear and trembling we straggled out 
after fully demonstrating to Miss Coolidge that we would al- 
ways rise to her least wish. 

In Expression this year our work took a broader form. 
In the fall in connection with the fourth year class we gave 
"The Courtship of Miles Standish" in pantomine, and what 
could be more appropriate in ending the account of this im- 
portant year than to recall that memorable recital in which 
"Ceres" and Pygmalion and Galatea" scored such a success. 

At last with many admonitions to be excellent examples 
to the younger girls we were safely launched on our fourth 
year. We left our beloved study-hall and went to the "Den." 
The feasts and frolics here will never be forgotten. Indeed, 
it was too good to last, for toward the end of the year, feeling 
it to be for our good we decided to resume our study hall desks 
and to attend strictly to work for the remainder of the term. 

In after years we may wish to recall the afternoons spent 
in the study of German and mention of it in the pages of -our 
history might help. At two o'clock on many afternoons may 
come back pleasantly the words "Es waren einnual drei 
Schmettelinge," or "Don't forget to bring your copies of 'In 
Vaterland' to class." We will ever remember the very warm 


May afternoons spent in this study ; and we will never forget 
the day that Miss Hooker found her wandering, wayward 
class waiting for her with frightened heart-beats under a shady 
tree on the campus, and how happy and relieved we were as 
we saw that she was smiling as she came toward us. 

We have been a class that believed firmly in having our 
rights ; and it was with this in view that we made our second 
petition asking for the theretofore granted privilege of attend- 
ing the mid-year dance. In this we were successful in that 
Dr. Lindsay kindly invited us. 

Our two plays this year, "Anne of Old Salem" and "She 
Stoops to Conquer" won for us much praise, in fact, passed 
far beyond our former achievements for which we are very 
grateful to Miss Kerst, our capable instructress. 

And now we are about to close our history, and a few 
more days will see us for the last time together; but we all feel 
that in after years it will be ever pleasing to recall again and 
again these days of joy and gladness spent together. Let us 
hope that Dil worth Hall will never have a truer or more loyal 
class than the class of 191 1. 

Annie L. Smith, 'n. 

Yes indeed, we have a poet 
Who has made our class renowned, 
Who has never failed us ever 
For in rhythm she abounds. 

With pleausre now let's turn to her 
Whom we have chosen Poet 
Her fame has spread, she's won her name, 
So now, Miss Cummins, go it. 


Listen my classmates, lend an ear, 

To a tale of those assembled here. 

Of the wonderful class of 191 1 — 

Such another's not found this side of heaven. 


Our magical number is eighteen 
In talents we vary, just ask the Dean, 
Whose quick perception can often trace, 
"Abundant worth in the commonplace." 

First we'll speak of our President, 
With her regime we are most content; ,., 
She has shown great tact in every act, 
When weighed, we find in naught she lacked. 

Next in the list is Jean McCrory — 
A subject fine for theme or story, 
And here I'll state, in plays she is great, 
She'll have a future, sure as fate. 

There is another quite fond of romance, 
In sentiment she keeps far in advance. 
She is small and fair, with auburn hair, 
She sings as a sweet bird in the air. 

Who's more popular than our "Polly?" 
She's always pleasant, kind and jolly. 
Oh, many a time, she's been sublime, 
'Tis hard to state her virtues in rhyme. 

Another maid comes to my mind, 

Who is a favorite with all her kind, 

It brings us light when she comes in sight 

For we know that Virginia is always Wright. 

Our musical member is Gertrude V — 
To us she seems a prodigy, 
In this great art and affairs of heart 
She'll give the world full many a start. 

Our prominent athlete is Noeline, 

In tennis she is very keen ; 

Tho there's many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip, 

There's none between her and championship. 


Our Frances is both sweet and wise, 

Most soft and deep are her brown eyes 

Since her knowledge is vast and she works hard and 

Her fame as a student for years will last. 

Grove City sent us sweet Isabel, 
How much we like her is quite hard to tell. 
She's as bright and gay as a midsummer day, 
And she has a pleasant, winning way. 

A very fine student is Mabel T — 
She will have the Valedictory. 
A great credit she'll be, you'll all agree, 
To college or university. 

There is also another — Annie Smith 
Her learning indeed is not a myth. 
Her soft, gentle voice, makes us all rejoice 
In fact, we think her very choice. 

Before Jane Roenigk I'll hold a glass, 
Which I am sure she will not pass, 
But whose reflection may be so affecting — 
We'd best let Jane do the heart's dissecting. 

Then there's Margaret, a modest child, 
Quiet and gentle and very mild ; 
Biut in the way of verse, just let me rehearse 
Few could do better — most would do worse. 

As for Mary Jane she is petite 

And also daintily trim and neat 

It surprises us that she's a suffragette 

But this, it is certain, she'll never regret. 

Another member is Helen Todd ; 
About her are many things to laud. 


May she life enjoy, but no- country destroy, 
As did her fair namesake in far remote Troy. 

'Last comes Olive ,our society girl, 
She keeps thing's going in a whirl ; 
With Cap and Gown, she has won. 
Oh, Olive's a popular girl in town ! 

Now to Dilworth Hall we must bid adieu 
To dear old scenes and our teachers, too. 
Their patience indeed has been untold, 
And each one deserves a crown of gold. 

Honor to them now and evermore 

May future pupils take better to lore 

And wherever this class may happen to roam 

At Dilworth Hall it will feel at home. 

Marian Cummins. 

The Now, since we have left behind us 

President j\\\ our prep school's dearest things ; 

Let us hear a disposition 

Which will satisfaction bring. 

For in case our Class Will varies 
From just what it ought to be, 
Now's the time to make amendments 
Now's the time to all agree. 

So the one who has prepared it 
The one lawyer of our crowd; 
Come, speak out, give us the details, 
Miss McCrory, do us proud. 


We, the Class of 1911, being of sound mind and dispos- 
ing mind, do now make and publish this our last Will and 


Testament, in order, as justly we may, to distribute our inter- 
ests in the world among coming generations. 

And first that part of our interests known by the Faculty 
and recognized by them as being par excellent, namely, our 
monthly grades, we will not mention in our will because of 
our extreme modesty. This one thing excepted, all else in the 
world we now proceed to give and bequeath. 

Item. — First, we give to the Third Year Class the couch 
of the den which the Juniors "snitched," and the dim memo- 
ries of the departed den which are ' unsnitchable," (alas! that 
is all that remains to us,) also we give to them the privilege of 
having monthly spreads, if by chance they can find a place 
to have them. 

Item — To the aforesaid class, we give the little nook, 
known as the reception room, outside the den door, where the 
ghosts and books of the former ages are gathered and also the 
privilege of sitting in Study Hall through the nine long, weary 
months of school and looking with longing eyes at the place 
which alack, will now no longer resound with merry voices, 
but will be occupied with bats and cobwebs. 

Item. — To the underclassmen we give and bequeath the 
privilege of wearing dark glasses to counteract the effect pro- 
duced by too much brilliancy displayed in the English class, 
and also the plan instigated by us of having a graduating 
chapel service, provided they appreciate it duly. 

Item. — We give and bequeath to the janitor the dande- 
lions on the lawn, and the snow and ice that accumulate on the 
numberless steps in the winter. We hope he will take enough 
interest in his property to remove it. 

Item. — We refuse to will to coming classes, the colors 
gold and white, or the privilege of wearing orange bows on 
St. Patrick's day. We will permit them to have a class play, 
but we cannot give them the privilege of surpassing "She 
Stoops to Conquer," as that would be an impossibility. 
Drawn up by M. Jean McCrory. 

Such a chance comes once or never, 
To reveal the secret fates, 


To be told the hidden mysteries 
Which for each of us awaits. 

But our classmate has consented 
To foretell our destinies ; 
So whate'er the stars have written, 
Tell us now, Miss Roenigk, please. 


Dilworth Hall, June 5, 1921. 

Dear Noeline : — I have just received your letter and I'm' 
as sorry as can be, although perhaps it is better for you. Jean 
and Mary got what they wanted, didn't they? 

You asked me to tell you about the rest of the class, didn't 
you? Well, I suppose you know Annie is married to the 
"grandest man," as she terms him and has four of the dearest 
children you ever saw. Mabel is still as fond as ever of Latin 
and has translated some well-known books for "our children" 
to read. Of course you know that Amelia made her debut in 
grand opera last year and has a brilliant career before her. I 
think perhaps she has forgotten all about matrimony and has 
become wedded to her art. Virginia Keenan is divided be- 
tween her interest in English and in automobiling. She drove 
her own car and came in first in the last Glidden Tour. Helen 
is still doing society and I hear she has become a leader — very 
popular I think. And Olive has "made such a hit" with the 
"Pitt Grads" that she doesn't know whom to accept or whom 
to spurn. Mary Jane has her pretty curls up and is quite 
active in the suffrage movement. She is making women count 
alright. Besides that she is still fond of raising dogs and has 
some grand kennels. Pauline and Louise have stuck to their 
resolution to be spinsters and are very much wrapped up in 
kindergarden work at present. Jean, on the other hand, broke 
her promise and was married last spring to a very wealthy 
Monmouth man. I think they are crazy about one another. 
He takes her just every place, they have been abroad for 
a long while. Frances has taken so many degrees at Bryn 
Mawr that they have decided to keep her and she is now 
teaching Latin there The last I heard of Ruth was that she 



was out West having the time of her life. Isabel is a successful 
nurse in one of the hospitals in New York. 

Do you remember how well Marian played? Well, she 
is now doing concert work. I heard her about two weeks ago 
and everybody was delighted with her. Gertrude was pre- 
sented last spring in Vienna by Godowsky, and I hear she is 
to play before the Emperor this winter. Virginia, still as lov- 
ing as ever, is keeping house for her father and mother, who 
think as we do, that there is no one like Virginia. As for 
myself you know I've taken Miss Lovejoy's place and am 
teaching and enjoying Latin. It's time for me now to put the 
girls to bed, so I must say good-night. 


Now, since all the toasts are over 
And our Class Day luncheon's past ; 
Let's adjourn with one accord, girls 
But remember e'er "Our Class." 

Louise Lytle Kimball, '11. 








Since we to seniors have advanced 
There are no words to pen, 
How very deeply we're entranced, 
With being- in the "den." 

We study there, we romp and play, 
We figure and we write. 
We always go there every day, 
And work with all our might 

The tables and the numerous chairs, 
Are relics of the past, 

The couch is springless, but who cares? 
Provided it will last. 

The knob is missing from the door, 
And oft we get locked in, 
We push, we kick, we shove — nay more. 
We make an awful din. 

Now, girls, pray tell — what's that dark spot 
Upon the rug so new? 

The fudge was spilled and made that blot, 
No wonder we were blue. 

Then to the den a rousing toast, 
It fills our hearts with cheer, 
Of all our haunts we love it most 
We'll ever hold it dear. 

(An all too brief interlude of happiness.) 


Wherefore the grief of the Fourth Year Class, 
Why do we wail and moan? 


The den is gone. Alack! Alas! 
Our hearts are turned to stone! 

No more we feast in regal style — 
Disport ourselves with ease ! 
No more we jest! No more we smile! 
Onr souls despair doth seize. 

Why did we joke? Why did we laugh? 
Sounding the den's death knell : 
O ye who youthful pleasures quaff, 
This riddle to me tell ! 

And so farewell, dear den, farewell, 
You belong with the past, 
Our love for you, no tongue can tell, 
You were "too good to last." 

Marion W. Cummins, 


When I was a First Prep, I thought I would be a very 
different person from what I really am now that I am a Fourth 
Prep. I used to watch the fourth year girls from my seat in 
chapel with a feeling of awe, for they all seemed so tall and 
grown up and dignified. I never once doubted that I might 
be any different. 

I remember that at the first of my second year, I said to 
one of the girls, "Just think, next year we shall be only one 
class below the graduating class." But she immediately re- 
minded me that we were then only one class above the first 
year, which fact I hadn't thought of. 

As a third year girl I felt as though I were a part of the 
school and it were a part of me. I dearly loved it then ; al- 
though it was the hardest year as to studies, still I enjoyed 
every minute of it. 

And then before I could realize it I was a really, truly 
fourth year girl and wasn't half as grown up and dignified 
lookine as I had thought I should be. And I wasn't a bit tall, 



the thing I had wished for most. It took more than a month 
to realize that I had at last reached the class which would 
soon be upon the platform the night of commencement. It 
has been a very short year compared to the others, perhaps 
because of the many more good times in it than in the others. 
And, although I don't feel yet as I thought I should, I hope 
I shall have that feeling the night of commencement. I never 
knew how much I had to know about school life, in order to 
know how little I knew, until I came to Dilworth Hall. 

Amelia Donovan, 'n. 


Sweetly the birds sing overhead, 
As through the woods we stray ; 
Softly flows the little brook, 
As it clearly wends it way ; 
And often we find a flower, 
Nestling in some shady bower. 

In springtime green or autumn gay, 
The forest charms where'er we walk ; 
In deepest night or daytime fair, 
Each grand old tree or mossy rock ; 
And we would fain be there 
To keep ourselves from earthly care. 

Margaret Patton. 



May 26th, 9 130 A. M. 

Fourth Year Chapel Service. 

Address by Dr. Lindsay. 
June 7th, 2 130 P. M. 

Alumnae Business Meeting. 


Supper on the Lawn. 
June 8th, 8 P. M. 

Music by the Class and Miss Amelia Donovan. 

Essay, Miss Annie Smith. 

Address, Dr. W. R. Farmer. 


March 24 — Class Play, "She Stoops to Conquer." 

April 3 — Dance, Dilworth Hall, Miss Roenigk. 

May 6 — Luncheon, McCreery's, Misses Dionovan, Smith, 
Taggart and Wright. 

May 10— Theater Party, "The Piper." Dilworth Hall 

May 12 — Tea, "The Heath," Miss Van Osten. 

May 13 — "500" Party, Miss Cummins. 

May 19 — Salamagundi Party, Miss Keenan. 

May 26 — Address in Chapel by Dr. Lindsay. 

May 26 — Dinner, Miss Coolidge and Miss Brownlee. 

May 27 — Luncheon, Rittenhouse, "Misses McCrory, Tomb 
and Mcjunkin. 

June 5 — Class Luncheon, University Club. 

June 7 — Alumnae Da}'. 

June 8 — Commencement. 


As a pleasant way to begin our April vacation, Jane 
Roenigk gave a dance on Monday, April third, in Dilworth 
Hall. The hall was effectively decorated with pennants. The 
music, floor, and refreshments could not have been improved, 


and the programs had the elass seal in gold. Many of the 
girls stayed at school all night, adding much to the already 
very happy occasion. 

Saturday, May sixth, the class was entertained by a 
luncheon given at McCreery's by Amelia Donovan, Annie 
Smith, Mabel Taggert and Virginia Wright. The decorations 
were carried out in gold and white, the class colors. In addi- 
tion to the class there were present Miss Coolidge, Miss 
Brownlee, Miss Lovejoy and the mothers of the hostesses. 

The Third Year Class entertained at a delightful the- 
atre party at the "Alvin" on Wednesday, May tenth. Each 
fourth year had a third year escort. The play was "The Piper," 
and was greatly enjoyed by all. Miss Matthison, as "The 
Piper," was splendid. Miss Brownlee, Miss Campbell and 
Miss Hooker added pleasure to the occasion by their company. 

Friday, May twelfth, Gertrude Van Osten, gave a tea at 
"The Heath" for the fourth year class and some of her other 
friends. Mrs. Van Osten and Miss McGee received with the 
hostess. The appointments were in gold and white. A beau- 
tiful basket of yellow and white spring flowers was the cen- 
ter piece of the dining-room table. 

Marion Cummins was hostess at a "500" party at her 
home in Swissvale on Saturday, May thirteenth. The prize 
was a beautiful corsage bouquet of marguerites, the class 
flowers. Every minute of the afternoon was enjoyed, even 
the time coming and going on the train. 

Virginia Keenan gave a lovely salamagundi party at her 
home on Friday, Mav nineteenth. The decorations were in 
gold and white. It rained, but our far-sighted Virginia had 
furnished umbrellas for all. 

Friday evening, May twenty-sixth, Miss Coolidge and 
Miss Brownlee gave an enjoyable dinner in Berry Hall. The 


dinner and the annual concert, which followed, were much ap- 
preciated by the members of the class. 

The class was entertained at luncheon at the Rittenhouse 
by Jean MeCrory, Ruth Tomb and Pauline Mcjunkin, on 
Saturday, May twenty-seventh. Ask any of the girls if they 
had a good time. 

June fifth was the class luncheon at the University Club. 
That it was interesting, instructive and humorous is evident 
from the program of the day which appears elsewhere in this 



Annual Concert Friday, 8 :oo P. M., May 26 

Alumnae Meeting Friday, 3 :oo P. M., June 9 

Alumnae Dinner Friday, 6 :oo P. M., June 9 

Class Day Saturday, 200 P. M., June to 

Senior Play, "Much Ado About Nothing," Shakespeare 
Baccalaureate Sermon, President Henry D. Lindsay 

Third Presbyterian Church, Sunday, 11 :oo A. M., June ti 
Commencement Exercises, Prof. Robert K. Dkincan 

Monday, 8 :oo P. M., June 12 
Reception follows Commencement Exercises 



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Our May Day pageant this year was held on May 20th in 
the natural amphitheater on Woodland Road, since botk the 
crowds and the dances have outgrown the front campus. The 
long procession formed in front of the gymnasium and wind- 
ing around the road was so beautiful that it surpassed that of 
all other years. 

The Queen of May, Miss Harriet de Forest Haskell, her 
little flower girls, her maids and attendants and all the girls 
in both schools made a most charming picture against the 
background of trees. 

The pageant symbolized the awakening of Spring and 
illustrated the customs by which it has been greeted among 
many nations. Spring, Mildred Nichols, awakened the flow- 
ers, who danced merrily. The May Pole dance of the col- 
lege, the crowning of the queen, the Roman Rites of Spring, 
the Dilworth Hall May Pole, the Scottish dances, the Festival 
of the Cherry, Bjlossoms and Wisteria, and the Spanish Gyp- 
sies followed in quick succession. 

After the singing of the songs, the recessional again 
formed with the May Queen leading and wound its way along 
the crest of the hill. H. G. R. D. 


After the success of May Day the house girls decided to 
celebrate the affair with a procession. Each carried a Japa- 


nese lantern. The costumes were very, original including a 
rain coat, plumed hat (very choice), party dresses, bloomers 
and middies. 

The procession started from the gymnasium, wound 
around the road and down to the platform, the scene of our 
festivities during the afternoon. A large sign with "Votes for 
Women" took the lead. 

On arriving speeches were called for from worthy sisters 
of the cause. Rachel McQuiston, the first speaker, aroused a 
great deal of enthusiasm by her carefully prepared extemp- 
oraneous speech. 

Miss Meloy, the next speaker was frequently interrupted 
by shouts of "down with the men," "we know our rights," or 
"hurrah for Sister Meloy." 

The address given by Miss Chamberlain was very learned 
and showed she had spent anxious hours on it, especially em- 
phasizing the fact that woman's sufferage should consist of 
three things, organization, simplification and expression. 

Miss Kerst was then called on to uphold expression, but 
the sad truth was learned that she did not believe in the noble 
deeds her sisters were doing to advance the worthy cause. 
Mrs. Whitmer, being prevailed upon to speak made hers very 
short and to the point. "Sister suffragettes take heed to the 
example you see before you of one who has born the yoke 
of matrimony for thirteen long years." 

Dancing came next, and after that the procession started 
back to gather on the Dilworth Hall porch and steps. The 
musicians were so busy composing songs for the occasion 
they could hardly stop to eat the ice cream cones that were 
passed around. This closed the evening's fun except for a few 
very good selections rendered with remarkable gestures by 
"Milly." M. C. 

The English classes are rejoicing over a most attractive 
new set of Dicken's works— small books of linen paperfi bound 
in red morocco, the gift of Mrs. Charles L. Taylor to the 

Miss Brownlee expects to spend the summer abroad, mak- 
ing a grand tour of the continent. 


Next year a new department will be open to Dilworth 
Hall — Physical Science, with a well equipped laboratory. 

Madame de Vallay expects to spend the summer in Italy 
studying Italian literature. She is to sail June 14th. 

Madame Graziana will spend the summer at her home in 
Heidelberg, Germany 

Teachers and students alike welcome the new neostyle. 
It is a slight alleviation of the misery of examination week. 

On Tuesday afternoon, May 16th, Mrs. D/rais and the 

Dilworth Hall girls revived the weary souls of the Faculty 

with sandwiches and iced tea, served on the porch of Berry 

The engagement of Madamoiselle Eugene Frounage to 
Monsieur Delaval has been announced. The wedding will 
take place some time this summer. The Dilworthian extends 
its best wishes, also its regrets that Dilworth Hall is to lose 
Madamoiselle Frounage as a teacher. 

Born to Mr. and Mrs. Walter McGregor of Indiana Har- 
bour, a daughter. Mrs. McGregor was formerly Miss Marian 
Knapp, our popular and charming instructor in physical cul- 

Miss Ameila Montgomery was married the first of May 
to Mr. William Douglas Carter. The Dilworthian extends its 
best wishes. 



The Dilworthian wishes to extend its sincere sympathy 
to Miss Mildred Vogeley on account of the accident which 
happened to her father and mother on the evening of May 19. 

Caroline Rice, a first year girl is now spending her vaca- 
tion in Paris. 

Mr. Jope is doing a rushing business just at present. He'll 
be sorry when school closes. 

I know a young Ph.D. 

Who was invited one day to a T. 

But he felt like a J 

And didn't know what to say 

When told he'd forgotten to R. S. V. P. 

The only two parties given in the dining room during the 
past month, were given by Miss Lovejoy to the three Seniors 
at her table, Miss Hickson, Miss Taggart, and Miss Roenigk, 
and another given to Miss Harriet Hill by the girls at Miss 
Butterfield and Miss Duff's table. 

On May 12, the Sophomores of P. C. W. gave a twin party 


in the Assembly Room. Buster Brown and Mary Jane took 
the prizes which were twin picture frames. 

Miss Coolidge entertained the new house girls, and two 
members of the Faculty, Miss Campbell, and Miss Kathan, 
at dinner, shortly after Easter vacation. The table decorations 
were pink and white, pink roses were favors. 

The house girls wish to thank Miss Coolidge for the nut 
door study hours, which they appreciated very much. 

The May day fete was considered a great success — due to 
Miss Kathan's hard work and patience. 

On Monday afternoon, May first, the Dilworth Hall gir's 
were entertained by a very interesting talk, given by Miss 
Kerst, on the New York convention of teachers of Expression, 
which she recently attended. She told of the value of this de- 
partment of work and how it is developing in different schools 
in the country. She concluded by giving us a brief summary 
of three of he best plays now prominent : "The Piper," "The 
Blue Bird" and Every Woman." 

Very pleasant, indeed, have been the recitals given on the 
Thursday afternoons of the past six weeks, by the students 
of the music department. It was a pleasant surprise to some 
of us to find outwhat musical talent our girls ahve. 
Among the most enjoyable performances given by Dilworth 
Hall girls were those of Miss Margeurite Wertenback, Miss 
Nancy Yeager, Miss Mildred Vogeley and Miss Edith Semmel- 

David Copperfield is making himself known through D. 
H. very rapidly. "Girls don't forget there is a new set of 
Dickens in the library, which helps make reading easier and 
more interesting. 

Ask Mary R. how to stop the mice from coming through 
cracks in the wall. 


And what is so rare as the first year class. 
There if ever are perfect girls. 
Then Heaven asks the earth if it can last — 
Such perfect girls in the first year class. 

Miss C. — "Who is our minister to England?" 
ist Prep. — "A man." 

"You can't stuff me; I'm not from Turkey." 

How many drops would a gum-drop, drop ; if a gum-drop 
could drop gum ? 

If an automobile is beautiful; is an aeroplane? 

If a hen cackled would Mabel Crowe? 

If an ice pick picked a nice girl, would a lemon squeeze 
her (squeezer?) 

N. W. is enjoying a vacation from French class on account 
of warm weather. 

Ask Marguerite Wertenbach why she has been going 
home so often, lately. 

After much preparation Esther Fromme will remain at 
home this summer. 

Ask Mary Robb what happens to people who are too anx- 
ious to receive their mail (male). 

Some of the May Day audience must think we belong to 
ancient history. They couldn't distinguish between the May 
Queen and the Roman goddess. 

Weather forecast — Bad storms when examinations meet 
hot weather here. 

"Notice the foot note at the bottom of the page," laughed 


the court fool, as the shoes of the royal attendant emitted a 

"What do you charge for a room?" 

"Five dollars up." 

"But I'm a student." 

"Then it's five dollars down." 

Why is it dangerous to go out in the spring? Every 
flower has a pistil, the grass has blades and the trees shoot. 

When the English peasants appeared in the procession 
some one was heard to say, "Here come the third years." 
Cheer up, girls, only two more weeks. 

Pupil (translating into German) — Er (he) 
Teacher — "Go on. It's right so far." 

They used to say that when you saw a red-headed girl 
you would also see a white horse. All that is changed now, 
you look for a. white motor car. 

He — "There are a thousand stars tonight looking down 
upon you." 

She — "Is my hat on straight?" 

"Do you know Hazel?" 
"Witch Hazel?" 
Pond's Extract." 

If Helen Steele's will Mary Robb? 

If they do will punishment come in Ruth Law? 

Must one go up Harriet Hill to reach Nancy W T oods? 

According to Mary Orr, Virginia Wright must go to Es- 
ter Topp. 

If a whale be near will Rhea Fischer? 


If the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth where did Helen Mc- 

If Lina crushed a June bug what did Harriet Haskill? 

"Did you know that Carnegie Library was closed? 

No. Why? 

They found smallpox in the dictionary. 

She — Mrs. J. and I are going tomorrow to have hands 
read by that wonderful Madame Daloz. 

He — Oh ! that is all tommyrot ! 

She — Well I don't see why that is any worse than men go- 
ing down to have their noses red. 

Miss S (reading German) — "He came again back so 

The girls hope L. Feuchtinger will like her new home 
in Deutschland. 

Teacher — I shall be tempted to give this class a test be- 
fore long. 

Yield not to temptation. 

Many compliments were paid to Spring and her flowers 
on May Day. 

May the fairy god mother of the Fourth Year class keep 
her children safe from harm when we say "Farewell" to them 
on June 8th. 

An attraction on May Day — The Man with the Ice. 

If R. Z. worked a little more she wouldn't have time to 
criticize others. 

Miss Caroline Rice is spending the summer in Paris. 

Grace Taggart spent a few days with Helen Schoeneck 
the middle of May. 


Ask L. B. what puzzled D. S. 

If Martha Grove has pennies; has Mildred Nicholls? 

We are sorry Anne Wilson cannot be with us the remain- 
der of the year, we hope she may rapidly improve. 

Names are now being entered for the tennis tournament. 
We hope D. H. will win the finals. 

Mary Jane prefers the Nixon to the Alvin. 

The Dilworthian certainly misses its editor, Lena Feuch- 
tinger. The star! hopes she is having a pleasant time. 

The First Years still like to climb on ice wagons. 

K. W. was very happy at the third years' theater party. 
Wonder why? 

Dilworth Hall is always up-to-date, so this year Schools 
of Dressmaking, Design and Millinery were opened. 

The first years as Scotch lads and lassies have become 
wonderfully adept in making kilts. If any home sick Scotch- 
man needs a new suit, he may apply to them. I am sure it will 

The second years struggled wrathfully to make their Eng- 
lish peasant costumes and hats, which turned out to be speci- 
mens of high art. 

In the school of design, great things have been accom- 
plished. The third years guaranteed to desgn wonderfully 
fascinating gowns warrented not to tear or to come apart. ( ?) 

The fourth years come out of their chrysalises as dainty 
butterflies and in June they will fly away from their beloved 
Dilworth Hall forever. H ,C G. 

It took the peonies on the field to prove who are the best 
D. PL hobbers. 


To Jenifer — 

I'd like to be a bumble bee 
And hover around your head 
I surely would enjoy to make 
Your life one round of dread. 

When and where did Caesar first propose? 

At the Rhine river when he proposed to bridge it. 

Ask M. N. how to punctuate the salutation of a German 

The second year Latin class is "doing men" at present. 
(Perfacilis factie.) 

May Day was a great success although we have a warm 
and uncomfortable feeling when we think of it. 

The Misses Mabel and Grace Taggart will spend the 
month of July in the White Mountains. 

The little daughters of the alumnae made charming 
flower girls for our qween on May Day. 

If Ethel Sankey lives east of Pittsburgh, is Nellie West? 

If Nancy Woods choked on a bone, would Margaret 

If Ruth is Naomi's dapghter, is Annie Davidson? 

If Helen can paint, can Lydia Daub? 

Helen forgot her expression book, and Vanda Kerst. 

To be as sweet as a sweet red rose 
What must a body do? 
Ask the third year girls. 




Oil Wednesday, June 7th, the first annual reunion of the. 
Dilworth Hall Alumnae will be held. There will be a business 
meeting at 2.30 p. m., followed by a short literary program, 
after which the Alumnae will be guests of the college and sup- 
per will be served on the lawn. All former Dilworth Hall 
girls, graduates or not, are invited to be present. 

Miss Sally McEwan wil 
this June. 

graduate from Smith College 

The Dilworthian takes pleasure in announcing the mar- 
riage of Miss Mirian Elizabeth Webster, a former D. H. Stu- 
dent, to Mr. Lloyd Dickie on Thursday, May eighteenth. 

Miss Alice Russell McNeill was assistant director at the 
May Day Fete at Margaret Morrison Carnegie School, Fri- 
day, May nineteenth. 

Miss Carrie Longanecker, Dilworth Hall, '08, has lately 
been chosen a member of the Agora Siciety of Welleslev Col- 
lege. Miss Longanecker is one of twelve Juniors chosen for 
high scholarship. 

Miss Elma McKibben, Dilworth Hall, 06, has been ap 
pointed assistant supervisor of the Allegheny Playgrounds for 
the summer. 


Miss Lois Cunningham, Dil-worth Hall, '06, will graduate 
from Smith College in June, and with her father will sail for 
Europe July 15th. 

Miss Clarissa Pdakeslee, Miss Minerva Hamilton, Miss 
Lilla Greene and Miss Margaret Greene are planning- to spend 
the summer abroad, under the ehaperonag;e of Miss Brownlee. 

The engagement of Miss Jean Rollings of Crafton, Dil- 
worth Hall, 07, to Mr. Gibson of Wilkinsburg, has been an- 

Miss Elsa Steiner, Dilworth Hall, ? io, entertained the 
Freshman of P. C. W. at a charming party at her home on 
Wednesday, May 24th. 


Since our last issue of the Dilworthian we have only re- 
ceived a few of our exchanges. We hope next fall to increase 
our exchange list. 

The Holcad has written up the Westminster and P. C. W. 
game in a new and clever way. 

The Gleeman : Your editorials are very well written. The 
Meditations in this number are very clever. 

My Latin tis of thee, tongue 

of antiquity, 
Of thee I sing. 

Thy wretched verbs 1 viewed. 
Thy conjugating, too. 
Oh, dear, what shall I do? 

Can't do a thing. 

High School Journal : The cover and cuts of this number 
are very interesting. 

"The conduct of a pupil varies inversely with the distance 
from the teacher." 

THE D I L W O R T H I A N 35 


1. If Marion Cummins is stout, 
Is Xoeline? 

2. If Virginia Keenan's father owns a furniture moving 

Is Amelia Donovan? 

3. If Frances is Thompson. 
Is Ruth Tomb? 

4. If Helen Todd makes day 

Does Mary Jane Semple McKnight? 

5. If Virginia is Wright 
Is Isabel Reiter? 

6. If Annie Smith can paint 
Has Mable Taggart? 

7. If Jean McCrory fell down stairs 
Would Louise Kimball? 

8. Since Olive Prescott is eighteen years old 
Why is Gertrude Van Osten? 

9. If Pauline Mcjunkin can draw 
Kin Virginia Wright? 

10. If Jane Roenigk patted doggie on the head? 
Would Margaret Patton? 

n. If the fourth year girls went back to the den 
What would Dr. Lindsay? 

12. If Sid is fat, 
Is Xoeline? 


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